I have been at rock bottom and thank God every day now that I didn't die that day, but ended up at the hospital. If I would've just walked in to see a doctor and tell him how anxious and really depressed I was before that day, I might not have this big scar on my arm. Now it still bothers me that it's there, but I know that it really doesn't matter. What matters is that I now start and end each day not worrying about things I can't change or control. I live every day stronger and not thinking about myself, but about what little things I can do for others. Even a small thing like a smile. I force myself to realize I need my meds and take them daily and it has all changed my life. I wish more depressed people would seek help. I wish they all could know they are enough, they are here for a reason, and only God knows what that reason is.