Part Three:

I would like to take a moment to thank every single soul who has been there - whether physically or emotionally - for me over the last few days. You all are my champions, my heroes, my driving force in this emotional battle to stay alive. To fight this awful depression that's gone on inside me for long enough. I've been alone and falling for far too long, and I want to feel okay again. I want to just feel as though there is some hope in this world.

I guess there's a part of me that has hope. I feel as though things might be okay again soon, or at least, I'm on the path to get there. I talked to a doctor today. Unfortunately, not a psychiatrist, but my family doctor. For now, he put me on a prescription for Lexapro, in the hope that that'll make me feel better over the weekend, but I see an official psychiatrist on Monday at the University. Hopefully, that psychiatrist will get me on a prescription that will work.

(Disclaimer: I in no way intend to make it sound as though anti-depressants and pills are the answer to my problems. I have never intended to pop a pill and make my life perfect. I know that the chemical side of things are only a part of the problem - a large part, but a part none the less. I know that I am on a long path to recovery, and that nothing is going to change overnight.)

But the thing is, I have hope. I am in no way stable, nor should I be left alone for any extended period of time. But I'm on the road to getting there.