Cross-posting because I used to spend a lot of time on this sub.

Today is the one-year anniversary of the moment that, amid an unrelenting depressive episode that had spiralled terrifyingly over the course of several months, I decided to take matters into my own hands. It turned out I wasn't quite brave enough.

Over the past 12 months my quality of life has gone from zero to ten and I'm now the happiest I think I've ever been. Nothing much has changed on the outside, but my brain doesn't feel broken anymore and I'm a different person on the inside.

I know you're tired, but please keep fighting. Don't give up.