The Next Step

Recently, I received a letter from the clinic I used to go to for therapy and prescriptions for antidepressants and anti-anxiety medications. I hadn't been there in over a year because my depression went into remission and I no longer needed any medication or therapy. The letter said that my file would be closed if they didn't hear from me within a few days. It felt surreal to even read that because I remember how dependent I was on the clinic for surviving daily life. There were times when I felt like I would never feel somewhat normal. I called the clinic and told the person who sent the letter that I would like to do one follow-up with my therapist and my doctor so they would know how I was doing, but otherwise I had been doing very well the past year. She was pleased that I was doing so well and said she would get back with me about the follow-ups.

I am thankful to God for bringing me to this point in my life. Things aren't perfect, but I am coping with my challenges a lot better than I used to. It took years to get to this point, and I felt like giving up more than once. However, since God gave me back my towel in 2002 (and practically glued it to my hand), giving up was not an option. I had no choice but to move forward and improve. Even if I run into some bumps in the road, I know that in the end that life will be better on the other side of the bump.

I say all of this to encourage those who are suffering with any sort of mental or emotional anguish to keep moving forward. There is hope. Don't quit.