My #1 that keeps me alive is my Faith in Jesus Christ.
I understand that many people read or hear people say that and tune out, or are turned off. But prior to the start of my relationship with Him 11 years ago, I had nothing that took away the hopelessness when I was in deep depression mode. I'd tried to clock out, have been in so many psych wards that I stopped counting. Was a guinea pig for every new med that came on the market, had years of counseling, ECT, out patient programs...whatever the flavor of the day was, I tried it. I even had PDOCs refuse to treat me because I am so "atypical".

My meds finally stabilized me after about 10 years of intensive therapy.

My dog is the reason why I get out of bed every day, even on the roughest days/weeks/months when I'd rather not. I've drilled it into my head that I took the responsibility for his well being over 9 years ago when we rescued one another. His responsibility to me is for him just to be himself