Preach it!!
I have a "thrive or die" philosophy. Not live, thrive. What's life if you're dead inside?
I'll share a personal moment with you all... I was really at the end of my rope this week, with a plan and a letter in my head and all. I'm still kind of numb, but better. I didn't do it because my man voice in my head was screaming at me, "Don't you kill me! I want to live! If it's between death or me, then choose me!" So I did. I'm trying to. It's a daily choice until I stop feeling like I need permission to be me.