I have been feeling exceedingly dark and hopeless lately, like it would never get better and it felt like the best thing to do would have been to give up. I've been at my worst the last couple of weeks.

Yesterday, in a brief moment of clarity, I decided to go to the doctor. I'm going next week. I decided to give my life one last (more) fight. As soon as I hung up, my anxiety dropped tremendously. Proud of myself, that I would choose to fight.

I'm also proud of you all.