Someone once told me Frida Kahlo’s story. Of how, after she suffered a terrible accident and was lying in hospital, she had two choices: to live or to die. And she chose to live.
For too long I’ve been running away from my life, walking on that edge of living but not really living. Simply not knowing if I should live or die. Well, I’ve made my decision today. I don’t know if I “should” live, I don’t know if I “want” to live. I don’t know what life is. But I’m living, and I’m going to continue living. Which is not to say that I won’t feel like dying anymore. Or that my depression is going to disappear overnight. I’m sure I’ll still feel like shite a good portion of the time. But that’s OK. I’m used to it, I can deal with it. And so far, I’ve survived. And I’ll continue to live. For life’s sake.
I’m posting it here to strengthen my feeling of “commitment”.
