Fighter

*Based on a true story,  my story*

I honeslty don't know how to begin writing this. There is no right or wrong way to begin, but it must begin. My story needs to be told in one way or another.

  You know those days, or even weeks where everything seems to be going great or at least semi-perfect? Yeah, me too. My life was doing good. I had an amazing boyfriend, great friends who supported me throughout everything, and I had just made the cheer team at school.

  Sure, I had some problems. For example my parents fighting almost constantly,  my biological mother lived six hours away from me, and for the past six years I've had depression and anxiety. Honestly it was nothing that I couldn't handle.  I had faith in myself that I could do it,  that I could go to college and get out of the hell hole that I lived in, that I could make a life for myself,  and that everything was going to be okay.

    In some ways I was wrong. People say that you never know how much strength you have until being strong was the only thing you have. I was going to need my strength but I am beginning to think that I am a fighter who is losing her battle.