Even in my darkest hours, I know it could be worse, I know there are those suffering more than me.

I’m not thankful I’m better off than those worse off than me… I’d gladly suffer in their place.

I’m thankful that I understand this, that even in the darkest parts of me, that I’m not so far lost inside of me that I forget those that suffer.

I volunteer when I can, donate when possible. It will never be enough, but I’m also thankful that I realize that.