I will not quit because maybe not, but maybe yes. I will not quit because I will listen to the microscopic cell that tells me maybe there’s a reason I’m here. I will not quit because I have tried so hard. I will not quit because friends. I will not quit because of the golden hour in the afternoon. I will not quit because stubbornness. I will not quit because if I don’t, I will, in a way, be stronger than the Roman Empire, and that’s pretty cool. I will not quit because everyday, I forge out of steel my standards, values, and ideals to leave this world a better place than I met it. I will not quit because sometimes clichés aren’t just clichés because they’re true, but also because repetitions means practice means tenacity means the will not to quit. I will not quit because when I want to quit, a fragment voice still reminds me of grammar rules, and I can’t quit while being aware of grammar. I will not quit because language is beautiful. I will not quit there are more things that connect than fracture relationships. I will not quit because of otters. I will not quit because Snape didn’t just die for a cause, he died accepting that others’ opinion of him didn’t pale in contrast with what he could actually accomplish. I will not quit because I have friends like Dobby and Hermione and Lupin, who know why those would be the characters I name. I will not quit because I believe in pretty fucked-up, pretty things. I will not quit, because this is not trying to be poetic, but trying to find an anchor in words to stay alive a little longer. I will not quit because words are powerful. I will not quit because words can mock and kill and joke and redeem and challenge and reach, and I choose to reach and communicate love. I will not quit because I refuse to defend love. I will not quit because love needs no defense. I will not quit because giving over over over over is worth it. I will not quit because hobbits and smoke rings. I will not quit because of concerts in the park. I will not quit because even if it doesn’t get better, the choice to try again anyway is worth it, even if just for tonight.
Tesseractions 
Read your post in pantsuit nation, so I started reading your blog. After reading your recent posts, I got to this post. Your writing is just beautiful. If the post means what I think it does, please know that your newest reader is a therapist. And this therapist wants you to know that your writing breaks my heart in its rawness and truth. Depression is a monster that often needs a valiant fight. One that you seem to be winning. Keep fighting! I’m here for you as a new friend and anonymous therapist if you need one (I hope you have one). Find me on Facebook as Naomi Weinschel Cohn if you like.
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