It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, and it wasn’t until well past my 30’s that I understood the full measure of that dichotomy.  Having been suicidal since the age of 2, my life was measured by the worst of times, the best of times were just painful reminders of how cruel life can be.  I then discovered the concept of “It doesn’t get any better than this” one day laying on the beach with my best friend having the perfect day.  I used that phrase alot over the years in the positive sense, until tragedy struck and I used it in the negative, “it doesn’t get any better than this, does it?” And that is what  ultimately saved my life and many of my friends that are manic depressive too.  When they or myself  are at our worst, I tell them “it doesn’t get any better than this”  with a smile on my face and we are forced to realize that it may never, so live with it or end it.  None of us have ended it thus far, for after all, any given moment it is the best of times and the worst of times, so laugh and cry at the same time.  Tomorrow is another time, and it doesn’t get any better than that.


One Response to “1-800-Suicide”

  1. illyriataylor Says:

    why isn’t this showing up on Carryon Tuesday??

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