Sometimes I think "What I would tell myself when I was younger to talk myself out of suicide?" What moment would I show myself to make me untie the noose and think, this is worth powering through. This weekend I found it. My daughter came out of the tub with wet hair and handed me a brush. Rushed excitedly to my chair, turned her back to it and closed her eyes. Seeing the smile in her face as I brushed her hair is legit one of the greatest feelings in the history of the world. This was worth everything.