"Thank you for being there for me and holding onto the tiny spark of hope that gets smothered by my fear."

This was recently inspired from a moment of clarity, following a stressful situation that a close friend helped talk me through, and reassure me while I was on the verge of spiraling.

A while back, I had a session with my therapist in which she urged me to spend some time acknowledging my journey and successes over the past year or so. It just so happened that the day before, I was scrolling through my chatlogs with another friend, where I rediscovered a message I'd sent them when I was at one of the lowest points of my depression.

"I don't know how I'm going to get better" was the gist of it.

Thinking about that literally, if I genuinely believed that I didn't have a path to recovery… Well, let's just say I can only conclude that even at the time, I still had some tiny spark of hope that I would get better. The alternative isn't worth considering. Talking it through with my therapist really drove that fact home, and it was quite the realization.

This represents the help I got with holding onto that glimmer I had deep down inside, even if I couldn't see it then.