Three years ago, I made the decision to end my life. I had been weighing on it for a looooonnnggg time. I pushed myself to a point where I had every reason to kill myself. There are a lot of reasons. Its never just one reason why someone is okay with dying. I was mistreated a lot of my life, mostly from what life gave me and the way I let people treat me because I believed this is just how my life was. I thought I was only ever going to get abused, used, put down, and push to the side. It was difficult because there were people that proved to me life was not worth it. Then get my shit together and fuck it up for myself. In this forever cycle of bullshit. It has only been about a year since I started to get better. Spirituality, god, the universe, whoever. Something clicked in me, something pushed me. Because it was not my family. It wasn’t my friends. And it wasn’t my fiancé. Either a force or my own soul, but without that will for something different I wouldn’t be where I am now. Along that journey came finding out a lot about what happened to me as a kid and adult and holding myself accountable for pain I’ve cause while I was in pain.
When your finally at the point where I am now. Life is just. Everything Nd Nothing. Nothing and everything matters. I’m not who I was before, and they weren’t kidding when you change you lose everything. And when you find happiness in the nothing. You’ve won. Once you die, there’s nothing, then you start over.
If you are feeling like the world is against you. its valid. If you feel that the people you trusted, fucked you over. Okay. If you are doing all that you can to feel something again. its okay, it comes back… Trust me.