Each morning breaks with golden light,
A whisper soft, a breath so bright.
The world, anew, begins to stir—
A silent hymn, a gentle purr.
I rise not rich in gold or fame,
Yet joy flows through my every vein.
For air that fills my waiting chest,
For beating heart that will not rest.
The sky, it bends in shades so wide,
The trees stand tall, with arms spread high.
Even the rain, the storm, the chill—
All sing of life, and I am still.
The laughter shared, the tears once shed,
The hands I’ve held, the words I’ve said—
All woven in this fleeting thread,
Of days I’ve lived, not dreams I’ve fled.
So let me walk with open eyes,
And greet the sun and not ask why.
To simply be—no need to strive—
Is gift enough: to be alive.
I didn’t think I’d still be here, and yet I am—and I’m so deeply grateful for that. Three years ago today, I tried to take my last breath. In the moment, it felt like the pain would never pass, like there was no space left for hope. I had been through so much trauma in my life, I had people tell me “you’ve been through more trauma in just your childhood than most people do their entire life.” I was in a trauma recovery center trying to work on all those traumas. The pain was too much to bear. I had made the decision that it was better for me to not exist and I tried to overdose. I laid there on the bed with the hope and plan that I would pass before anyone would find me. But God said otherwise. He sent people to check on me that night who found me and got me emergent medical attention. In the stillness after the storm, I began to see things differently. The laughter of a friend, the feel of sunlight on my skin, the small kindnesses I once overlooked—they started to matter in ways I hadn’t expected. I don’t have all the answers, but I’m thankful that I’m still here to keep searching for them. I’m grateful for the second chance I never planned on but so desperately needed. “I lost the battle, but I won my life.” I lost the battle of trying to end it all, but I won my life back, and for that I am grateful. Life is worth living.
If you’re struggling, please know you’re not meant to face it alone. Reaching out for help isn’t weakness—it’s courage. There are people who care deeply, who want to listen, and who can walk with you through the darkness. Your pain is real, but so is hope. You deserve support, healing, and a life that feels worth living. Please don’t wait—talk to someone. You matter more than you know.
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