One of my favorite days of the year is the day I get my Mets' tickets in the mail. Why does it mean so much to me? You're about to find out.
If you were to to take a survey on my life from anyone who has ever met me, the most common response would be he loves the New York Mets. That tends to be unique for a kid who has always lived in Indiana (I became a fan because my mom is from Long Island). What I haven't shared is that my love for New York Mets' baseball saved my life. In the summer of 2015 I was battling major depression and nearly lost on multiple occasions. After months of therapy and minimal healing, a miracle happened. The Mets made the playoffs for the first time in 9 years. The excitement of the playoffs provided what little else could at that time. The Mets ended up going to the World Series and gave me a reason to get out of bed each day. Because of that, I was able to find a medicine that helped me control the depression. God answered a lot of people's prayers for me, by using the Mets.
That brings me back to the tickets. I pinch myself that I have been able to travel to New York to experience what I love. But it's so much more than that. Each game I go to is a reminder that God saved my life. I get to celebrate being alive by experiencing what I love. Not only that, I have had the opportunity to share my tickets and love for the Mets with the people I love.
The moral of the story is that depression is not the end, and you never know what may help someone out. If you're struggling with depression, I am more than willing to just hear your story. I pray my story can be an encouragement.
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