A Conscious Choice to Live

In Dec of last year, my son committed suicide after holding a gun to my head. I have worked hard to get back on my feet both financially and mentally. I see a mental health therapist once a week, which at first was hard for me because I didn't see myself as needing that. But I was also struggling with wanting to not exist here anymore. I knew I didn't want to be a statistic. Some days at first it was as simple as getting out of bed. Or marking of a goal on my list. Other days it was harder...making a conscious choice to live. Most days have gotten easier. And I don't feel I have to make a choice every day. I still have anxiety about the future. especially as the anniversary date of his death approaches. My adult sons have been a huge support and a constant encouragement. With them and my dogs I know I will get through.