The things I tell myself when I realize I am in a dark place:
You got out of here once, you can do it again.
People love you.
Look at your legs, arms you have skin and bones for a reason. Love them. Love you.
Put down your phone, it makes everything worse.
Look up at the sky, we are all under it, together.
You are a boss, it is just a small second that hurts, not life.
Stop worrying, RIGHT NOW. Just live.
Laugh. For no reason. It feels good.
Get up and dance, YOU ARE ALIVE.
I know how hard life is with mental illnesses. But for me, I would much rather be living with them than not living at all.