Week 14

In the time that I have been here I've changed, a lot. Most things are good. When I moved here, I didn't really care about anything, I was quite, I didst want to do anything with my life. I had no goals. Last year, I had friends, still no goals, and most more than anything I didn't want to live, I lost my will to live. I hated myself more than any of you can think. I finally got help, I did what I needed to do. Got the meds to help me. But I still wasn't okay with who I was. I stopped taking my meds, and over the summer I found something that made me okay with who i was. Now I love myself, I have high hopes for what im going to do with my life when I leave this place. I love living. And this year ive decided im going to make it something I can tell my kids about, proudly.

" I just want to look back and say I did it the best I could while I was stuck in this place." 

                                       ~Dazed and Confused