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Listen here, numerous high-profile people committed suicide this week. 

It is a stark reminder for those of us who struggle that no matter what we do in life, we will still always struggle. It is a reminder for us to work on ourselves, because it doesn’t matter our external circumstances or fulfillment.  It’s not about happiness, don’t worry about that, it’s about how we feel about ourselves. If we cannot figure out ways that help us dig ourselves out of our personal demon pits (aka depression) then we will lose the fight. 

It is a fight, it’s a fight every. Damn. Day. 

This WEEK I felt the urge. Not because of the media, just because I felt I was at the bottom of the pit, and I couldn’t see the light. I felt helpless and powerless and I just couldn’t imagine my life being any better. 

And here’s the thing people, this came after Months of good days. 

But, I have developed many personal tricks to stop myself, and I used those and the urge passed. If you don’t have tricks or ways to help you climb out of the pit I strongly suggest that you begin working on developing ways to climb out. Practice loving yourself, tell yourself you love yourself, this one is SO SO SO difficult for me but it has helped. Forgive yourself, often, it helps much more than you’d think. Take time for yourself. Remind yourself that the way other people feel about you doesn’t matter, how you feel about yourself matters. These are basic, but if you’re starting from square one they are great options.

It’s hard, it’s hella hard, but I’m still here fighting, and I want you to still be here too. 

Oh and AVOID depression naps!! They are purely a trap! But do get enough sleep and drink water and eat food that makes you feel good.

 He had fought the sirens words as hard as he could but they continued to filter into his ears. 

”Just listen to me, I can help you, I live here so I know my way around.”

“Begone you evil sea witch!” He spat at her glimmering face. She had hoisted herself onto the side of his ship in an in ill-guided attempt at beguiling him with her sweet words.

In the US we do nothing when there is a mass shooting. A massacre of children. Families lose loved ones. 

In the US the rights of the many means the death of a few. 

Except,

In doing nothing the US is creating a generation of children, who will soon be adults, who have lost friends and family to these massacres.

We are creating a generation who have emotional and sometimes physical scars from these massacres. 

We are creating a generation of people who will fight. 

What are we if not stardust, mashed together to form a semi-coherent structure.

We bob around on a conglomeration of stardust, packed together so tightly it holds a pearl of dust in the middle. Our tiny forms shoot through expanses of nothing, moving faster than we can comprehend. 

Then, after a while, our stardust gives up, it falls apart, and we expire. 

Except, our dust is recycled, reused, and remade into another structure. 

Our dust follows the same path as before, and it will continue to do so over and over again. 

Until time stops and there is no more stardust. But, by then it will have tired of reforming and it will be happy to cease from existing. 

Periodically in life we experience memories that are special and beautiful. We want to stop time and remember them as they are because they evoke in us an emotion. Whether it be calm, happiness, serenity, or joy our brains know that we should keep that memory special and preserved. Except, our brains are only so good at saving memories.