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A year ago I was fragile. 

A year ago I was numb. 

A year ago I was so frail and vulnerable and without love that I felt there was no end to the nightmare my life had become. 

A year ago I laid crawled up in my bed. Crying. Sobbing. Bawling. 

A year ago I had let myself go so far down that I hardly recognized myself. 

A year ago I let people constantly abuse my body as I had done the same. 

A year ago I hated myself so much that I began seeking the approval of other people rather than the self-love I deserved. 

A year ago I was lost. Sad. Upset. Angry. Broken. 

A year later I’m stronger. 

A year later I’m happier. 

A year later I found love within myself, while also finding someone to share myself with. 

A year later I wake up ready to start the day. Ready to face the world.  

A year later I smile a lot more. I laugh a lot more. I sing a lot more. 

A year later I found a reason to smile more. To laugh more. To sing more. 

A year later I explored. I conquered. 

A year later I am filled with love and affection. And support. Tons of it. 

A year later I have become a better version of myself. A better version of me that I plan to tell my kids one day.