I have fought the good fight.  I have finished the race.  I have kept the faith.
2 Timothy 4:7

It isn't an easy thought.  To face the demons of our pasts.
Those thoughts and memories can come over you with such a stranglehold that all that is good and positive is overshadowed and pushed aside.

And it can be in an instant.  One moment things seem to be going well and then something triggers the darkness...

I haven't read all the details of Rick Warren's son's death.  I only now that what I've read and heard resonates something deep within me.

I shouldn't be here right now.   I faced the gallows of my own darkness several years ago and was given a reprieve that I didn't deserve.

I've been told by some that suicide is a selfish act.  And to an extent I understand that.  But when you stand facing the demons that come at you so UNMERCIFULLY - attacking every sane notion or thought - there is only a realization that few will truly understand.  Even less of those who understand are still here.

I cried for this tortured soul.  There is a part of me that yearns to have come up alongside him and tell him that there is hope.  That there is something that is better.  That there is faith still left in this world.

I don't know if this would have even helped, but if you have those who struggle around you - surround them with LOVE.  Show them that they are beautiful and cherished.  Hold them and tell them 'we are all flawed and it's ok'.

Each day is a chance to keep moving forward.  I find my worst days as gifts that I need to be thankful for.  I've taken each day as a chance to move toward something better in this life.  I fight through my hard days and relish the simple joys in each and every day.

And the fight isn't as hard.  The race not as long when you can simply say that you have Faith.