So at first I wasn’t going to post this. It was private and really personal but I love it so much and am so proud of it. I grew up in an abusive household for sixteen years of my life and I never thought things were going to get better. There were many times that I thought the only way out was suicide. Once after telling a close friend I don’t know how I lived like that for so long, he told me I didn’t live. I survived. That really stuck with me. Try everything, always look for the good and don’t ever regret anything. If nothing else, you’ll be a little bit happier, a little bit smarter, and a hell of a lot stronger at the very least.