The First New Year

Dear Delyara, Last year, I couldn't even imagine being alive today. I was so deep in the hole I thought the sky was gone forever. But here I am, drinking tea and watching the rain. It’s not a "miracle" cure; it’s just the slow, steady work of staying. I am leaving my suicide note in the past and writing a "life note" for the future. I am choosing to see what happens next.