Thinking back on all those times
I wanted to end my own life
and all the times I tried to do it,
I am so glad that I failed.
God knew someone needed me.
Had I succeeded,
I wouldn't have met my nieces and nephews.
I'd have never realized
how much stronger I'd be
and never would've known
that despite all of the grief, pain, and heartache,
there is a light at the end of the tunnel,
even if you can't always see it at first.
It does get better.
I'm not gonna say
the pain just goes away
because the truth is,
it'll always be there.
It doesn't exactly get easier,
you just learn how to cope with it.
But, that is the one thing
I am so glad I failed at.
Never in a million years
did younger me ever think
I'd make it to 18,
much less past that.
Now?
I get to spend holidays
with those kids
and watch their faces light up.
I'll forever be thankful
that I was given the chance
to love someone else's kids
like they're mine.
