Journal Of A Survivor

Nine

Time did go on. The days, weeks, and months have passed and she was slowly regaining herself. There were times where she would blast the upbeat, lovable songs of One Direction and sing and dance along to their music. She felt liberated and she felt happy.

But it wasn't always that way.

Her life was a roller coaster, a constant going up and down. Being happy and then plumating into the depths of depression and anxiety. She felt so broken and like she wasn't good enough. She felt worthless.

But as time went on she remained strong, she exhausted being weak, and being sad. So she was determined to fight and be strong.

With the help of her lovely internet friends; who always put a smile on her face and would send her encouraging words she knew she could get through this. Despite the fact her internet friends not fully knowing the whole situation they still helped her through it. And for that she's totally grateful.

She did have anxiety attacks every once in a while and few moments where she felt depressed but she fought through them.

She realized it wasn't her fault.

She was no where in blame.

She knew as long she had her internet friends, her music, and her strong mentality that she was going to surpass this. and even though she had a few break downs here and there and still struggled with every raw emotion she had. She knew it'll eventually be okay.

She knew she was gonna be okay, maybe not today, not tomorrow, but someday.

Someday.