My memory on this may be skewed but this moment will literally forever be embedded in my mind; it’s what changed life as we knew it at that time. Eighteen…
I will always, always work on being the best version of myself for myself. Today, I have peace. I have peace in knowing who I am, what I am capable of doing, and what I want in this life. I'm forever working on myself emotionally, physically, spiritually, and mentally. Sometimes I can really suck as a person, some of the time I am very mediocre, other times I am "so great", according to my husband. I struggle to believe the latter some days, because self-esteem is something I often don't have, but I am getting there. I'm starting to believe what others see in me and what they tell me. My story can go many ways, and really has. I've experienced great heartache, love, loss, depression and even (in the way past) thoughts of not wanting to exist anymore. I've also experienced what it feels like to be loved, how it feels to be needed and wanted by so many, and also what it's like to feel nothing at all. I'm sure what I share is relatable by many, and distant to so few. So, here is my story. Here are my successes, my losses, and failures. Here is my life as I know it today, how I saw it in the past, and how I see it now.