Remembering my stepdad who hung himself bc he was suffering from agressive cancer and complete demoralisation. It has made the winter months extra dark for me, ever since. Couldn't imagine what he was going through other than from what he told us through the letter he left us behind.

He felt like a burden. But he wasn't.

He was loved. And so are you.

There's always another way, various new paths lay before you - there's always a better morning, either on the short- or long-term. 💙