One upon a time, there was a girl who was so broken, so very broken. No one realized just how broken this girl was; except maybe her best friend who was there for her always. The girl learned one thing very early on:
People who love you stay and will fight by your side as long as you let them, but people who don't care will get close to you and pretend to love you then leave when you need them most. Losing people to heaven is only them looking after you from above and giving you hope along your fight, but they are always there even if you can't see them.
She's hurting and broken; numb yet feeling.
She has people fighting for her and people giving her hope; giving her a reason to fight and hope to survive her fighting. She has family, blood and chosen, that give her a reason to fight, to live, to be happy. So she does. She fights, fights to live and be happy for them, for her family.
This story is 100% real. This is something I wrote about myself while I was fighting the beginning of my depression about two years ago. This was something I wrote to give me hope and to show myself I had something to fight for.
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If you are suffering from depression or anything where you need or want someone to talk to or to at least listen, message me and I'll respond as fast as I can and I'll be someone to support you and listen. Sometimes talking to a stranger is easier and can be the most help.
