Over the course of many years, I finally am beginning to feel happy again. I had to overcome many many hardships but I feel as if I’m actually on the road to recovery. With getting bullied in elementary which lead to severe depression to both of my grandfathers passing away, I have dealt with so much emotional turmoil over the course of my life, I sometimes wonder how I’m still here. I think of myself as a very weak person that cracks very easily under pressure, I take everything a person has said to heart in some way, and I tend to be very hard on myself. The hardest thing I had to learn through this process was taking care of myself and reteaching myself that I do matter in this world.
It took many years to accept this and it was possibly one of the most difficult things when I constantly had things knocking me down on my path. With my confidence being completely diminished by a person I called a friend, being completely abandoned in my Freshman year of high school, and the absence of my grandfathers, I had to rebuild myself. I got new friends, a (few) new hair color(s), and embraced the changes that had happened. All of this truly helped me and I don’t know where I’d be without these important people in my life that helped me in times I needed them most.