Reflection of Me

I remember looking into the mirror and being disgusted at the pitiful, worthless person I saw before me. I loathed myself, everything about myself. I was fearful of the world around me and felt suffocated by the pain that I had endured. My life meant nothing, I was nothing.
Now I sit here reading all of these posts, all of these reflections of me and my heart bleeds. I remember not so long ago feeling this way. Planning my death and thinking about how my suicide would be successful this time around if I did it this way or that way.
After something particularly devastating happened in my life I realized that I was not longing to die, I was wishing for someone who could possibly understand someone like me, someone so lost. I was tired of suffering, so I reached out and found someone who could understand, someone I knew all along. I went to counseling, I got my meds right and I started to look for reasons to live instead of reasons to die.
I can see that everyone here is reaching out and that brings me hope, hope that your lives will be saved like mine was. Hope that you will see a new reflection of yourselves. And hope that the world can change. Anything is possible. Don’t give up hope, your life has meaning otherwise you wouldn’t be here.