This'll be a weird positivity post, but 4 years ago I reached my rock bottom. I was severely depressed and didn't really recognize that I was because I didn't feel anything. I was apathetic to everything. I didn't want to die, I just wanted to stop existing. My mom took me to the ER 4 years ago today and while I struggled several more months with my depression, October 1, 2014 was the lowest I had ever been. I officially considered my depression in remission in August 2015. So today is a day that reminds me that there is a chance for happiness even after battling depression for 11 years. Making sure I stay mentally healthy is a daily task, but it's not as difficult when my brain is actually functioning as it should.