Days may be rough and I feel all alone. Like I'm unloved, unnoticed, and unwanted. Depression feeds me lies and tells me to commit suicide, to end it all. I struggle and I fall down and I want to quit.

  But there are others.

  There are others like me; struggling, surviving, and learning how to thrive. We are strong, we have not given up yet, and we can help eachother against the looming darkness. We are warriors and someday, we will realize that the sun will come back, we will feel hope, and we will find out place. We are loved and are ready to fight to stay here, because after darkness comes the day.

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  We will thrive and we will fly.