TODAY IS MY SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY.
One year ago today, I was an inpatient at treatment for what ended up being the fourth of my five times. Last year for my birthday, I wished I were dead. Last year on my birthday, I made a goal that as soon as I finished inpatient, I would be back to 73 pounds by May 17th, 2012 (if I was even still alive.) Right now, I am 127 pounds and I could not be happier. I can’t even imagine what my life would be if I hadn’t chosen recovery. Would I even be alive right now? I am so thankful to be here alive, breathing, and celebrating my sixteenth birthday when I didn't even plan to make it this far. I spend so much time thinking about how horrible my life really is. But do I really have it that bad? I have a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in. I have a family who loves me and provides for me. I have a best friend who takes care of me, loves and supports me, and would give absolutely anything for me. (Hi Breanne. :) <3 ) I’m safe, I’m healthy, and I’m not dying.
This year, I have another wish. Two actually. I wish that I never again find myself back where I was. And then I wish that YOU always find a reason to live. Whoever you are and whatever you’re going through, fight through it, fight for it, or fight against it. Whichever it is, don’t give up. Because remember:
when things are bad, they don't stay that way.