That is a lot of days. One thousand, six hundred, and seventy one.

I have nearly killed myself accidentally by self medicating. I have almost been killed, and I have never quite carried through with plans to kill myself. I have chosen life 16071 days and that is something to be proud of.

I chose life on the worst of days. I chose life on the best of days. I chose life for whatever reason, but mostly because I loved a person/s so much that I could not inflict the level of pain I felt onto them, because I decided to stop choosing life.

And the worst fear I have is that someone I love will not choose life one day, and I am not sure I could live through that. I hope you, reader, have someone you love. They don’t have to love you back even. You just have to love that animal or that person so much that you could never hurt them. Maybe that thought can get you through to the next day

If you don’t have someone you love, know that I love you. You who are capable of love, deserve love. I give you my love freely because you are enough.

I wish I could sing well enough to seal the honmoon and keep the demons out. I can’t, but I can sing awful enough to slow them down. Let’s sing together?