Aug 17, 2023
I just found this account from 8 years ago. Every post I wrote is about pain, heartbreak, suffering, and the idea that it would never end. I was only 15.
I’m 23 now, and there’s still pain, heartbreak, and suffering. But there’s also healing and learning and growing and smiling and dancing with your friends and closing the door after hanging out with a boy and cuddling your pets and driving to a really good song.
There’s so much more I didn’t see when I was 15 because I thought struggling mentally meant I was a victim, and that I should act like it. I still feel like a victim sometimes, but I also feel strong, wise, brave, intelligent, generous, empathetic, and proud.
