This is the craziest thing for me. My 18th is almost here. In a little over 8 weeks ill be 18. Its weird to me almost 6 years ago I didn't want to be here. I almost gave up meeting my bestfriend. Hell I almost gave up being able to help you guys.
Seeing my 18th so close its brought me to tears because I didnt think I'd see it. When I was 13 I had my grandpa in the hospital who was my bestfriend at the time. The six year anniversary of it is gonna be a weird day for me. Cause since my 13th I have attempted a total of four times. All have been for different reasons.
I don't regret what happened almost 6 years ago. Every year I use it as a way to say "yeah,you almost gave everything up but you didn't" what gave me the strength not to quit fighting was my papa.
Looking back now I'm damn proud I didn't give up. I met my soul mate and best friend,Im gonna be graduation high school,and I'm able to show that I'm stronger than my depression makes me out to be.
I of course still have my bad days but I have good days as well. Things do get better. Never give up.
