Thanks for being a strong person. I see people who’ve gone through similar things, and their lives have been absolutely destroyed. How is it I can still trust people? Shouldn’t I be one of those people with “trust issues”? Shouldn’t I be an addict? What is it that makes me so strong? My upbringing? My friends? Some little unknown organ inside me? Maybe this is just me. I think I am actually pretty kickass, it’s just taken me many years to realize it. Probably more years than I’ve even been on this planet. I haven’t always been this way and I’m glad I’m around today to witness myself. Thinking back to those nights where I would’ve given anything to never wake up again will always bring tears to my eyes. But the great thing is that I have those tears, as well as pumping lungs and a heartbeat. I’m glad I’m still here with confidence and passion. I’m glad I’ve come to know what happiness is.
Shout outs to the furry ones! Especially the one on my lap. —It Does Get Better
This article appears in Mar 7-13, 2013.
Seems like you have a fan OL.