Depression and anxiety have been with me entire life. So many times I’ve not been able to see a reason to continue but I’ve pushed through on my hardest days. Tomorrow I’m going to be 41 years old. I’m really proud of myself for making it this far. I think about the many times I didn’t want to keep going. Then I think about all the amazing, happy moments I’ve had after those dark days. I know it’s hard, but I hope everyone who sees this finds the strength to get through another day. You matter. You really matter.