I really believe that depression is this demon that comes in the night, in the day, in those moments where the pain is consuming and feels as if you are being pulled under the tide gasping for air but can’t get to the surface. That is where you are either forced to fight, to find the will to breathe, and to come up for air. Or that’s where you choose to sink, to sink into the madness and the darkness below you, to sink into the lie that you are alone in this, to sink into the lie that you can’t get past this. But, I promise you this. You are not stuck under that tide. You are not alone. You can find that will to fight. You may not know them yet, but there are people who understand you. There are people willing to fight with you and fight the water from pulling you under and people willing to make sure that water doesn’t fill up your lungs. Fill up your lungs where that air is supposed to be. Air to give you life. Not water to sink you further into the midst of despair and isolation. It’s air and a will to keep you away from those demons that haunt you at every damn hour of the day. Fight to remember the good, fight to remember those moments that made your heart skip a beat, fight for the things that are around you right now that you love. Don’t fight for the things you lost. Fight for that moment you receive your diploma, fight for that moment you get to see your husband or wife at the altar, fight for the breath of your newborn child, fight for that moment in the end when you are with the person you love reminiscing about that moment you chose to fight. You are here right now. Your story is not a tragedy. Your story is you. It’s what makes you, you and it’s beautiful. So please, find that will to breathe again.