Last night I had horrible nightmares, I kept dreaming that I was killing myself. Over and over, no matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t wake up. It kept replaying in my dream; I hated it. It’s probably because I had so much caffeine yesterday, I know better than to drink 3 cups of coffee a day.
Death scares me now, it hasn’t always been like that. When I’m down and depressed, I welcome death with open arms. But when I’m happy and have a positive outlook on life, I am terrified of it. I’m so happy lately, minus a few hiccups, which means I don’t want to die. Thank goodness for that. Dying is just so permanent.
Choosing to kill yourself takes the pain away from you, yes, but it also passes it on to those who love and care for you. It also prevents you from ever becomming happy again. I can honestly say that today I don’t want to die, it’s a good day. My boyfriend comforted me in the middle of the night when I woke him up to tell him about my nightmares. Then, he made a delicious breakfast just for me because he knew I needed something to pick me back up.
The little things really count. It turned my day around completely.
What is something that someone has done for you lately that just absolutely made your day?