I will never understand why I was being ostracized in an environment that spoke about Jesus so frequently, yet it felt so desolate of His presence entirely.
Because of the love people showed me, I learned what it meant to truly get a second chance and have the opportunity to start my life over.
The world regained color when I decided that the perfect body is the one that allows me to live. There is life beyond recovery; I am destined for it.
After cleaning up the mess from the war on depression, I believe that I’m blessed, not cursed to be alive. That’s the closest I feel towards happiness.
Choose to see the light even if it flickers in the darkness. You cannot see where you are headed, but you need to keep going.