Your recovery doesn’t have to be serious or profound or even satisfying. It can be and likely will be awkward, silly, and even cringy.
The lowest point in my mental health was in late 2016 when I seriously considered suicide. I then changed my mind and realized I have something to live for.
You want to know what that thing was? The thing I was looking forward to so much I decided to keep on living?
It was season 3 of Rick and Morty.
I’m not kidding. I kept living because I wanted to see another season of my stupid favorite (at the time) cartoon series about an alcoholic scientist and his autistic grandson going on adventures.
Then the season came out and it fucking sucked. But by that point I started medicating for depression and going to a therapist, as well as discovered other reasons to live.
Please keep going.
Your journey of recovery can’t be any cringier than mine.







