7 Years Later
Dear Diary,
I know you haven't heard from me since the dinosaur ages. Well, where do I start? It's been so long. I'll just start from the beginning.
I think it was 7 years ago when I decided to commit suicide because I was being bullied physically and emotionally by my peers and my own self. I was also a victim of rape and because of that rape, it turns out that I was pregnant.
I'd like to thank my husband and my savior. While in the act of committing suicide, he decided to surprise me with a visit from New York. He found me on the brink of death and called an ambulance.
Without him, my child wouldn't have turned 6 today. I would also not have been here to tell this story and I wouldn't have been able to take care of this child on my own.
He's been so loving and caring throughout everything, all the heartache, stress and mood swings. He's more than I could ever ask for. He's my life and so is my child.
Together we named our beautiful son, Zachary. Together we supported this child and now we're having a child of our own.
Some elders think that it's a girl this time. Somehow they can tell by the shape of my belly or something. I have no clue. I'm just glad that I'm still alive. I'm glad that now I have a family of my own.
The storm really does end. Never lose hope, you'll never see a rainbow unless you go through rain. I'm so in love with this life.
Yours Truly,
Ella
