I’ve been off my antidepressants for a long time, felt like they weren’t working. Been breaking down and not eating or sleeping. Yesterday my stepmom got me some sherbet ice cream, a flavor of ice cream I haven’t had in ages. The last time I ever had that flavor was in one of those push pops I had as a kid. I got a bowl cause I had to eat something, I was hungry. I took a bite and it was really good. I felt loved, my stepmom specifically told me that she got it for me. If I ended my life, I would lose the ones I love, and I would lose sherbet ice cream. I started back up on my meds this morning too and I’m feeling better. It’s the little things that keep me going lol.