In the last four months I have lost everything. My jobs. My health, mental and physical. My education. My home. Every single one of my friends. My hope. My will to live. I have struggled with depression since I was 10. I have tried to take my life 3 times. I have been suicidal on and off for the past 8 years. I’m lost. I’m lost and I don’t know how to be found. I’ve dabbled in everything from recreational drugs to psychiatrists.

But strangely I have not lost myself. If anything I am now more aware of my mortality than ever. I am more mindful now. I’ve stalked down and killed my insecurities, bare handed and barred teeth. I have burned myself to the ground and have kicked the muddied ashes into the sea.

Is the glass half full? My glass is empty. My glass is shattered in clenched fist and dripping blood down my arm. My glass is my weapon that I will use to strike down my demons.

I will not go gentle into that good night.

I will rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And when the light dies, I will become a predator of the night.

And when the rest sleep, I will fight.