Light of hope

When I recount the story of my suicide attempt, the one aspect I always find difficult to articulate are the unconscious hours – not surprisingly.
Yet I do recall this image.
During those hours, it became the focus of a new journey towards survival and new life. It became my light of:
· I was loved – but during my illness, my mind distorted that and I believed I was unlovable. Yet family and colleagues were willing me to live.
· Hope, the doctors and nurses thought my life worth saving.
As I journeyed towards that light, it shone brighter and larger re-igniting my life.
I am so lucky that my light never went out.