TW: I went on a rant, read it if you want.
Little story: I was young, my brother would accidentally hurt me, and my dad would yell at him and scream and sometimes hurt him. I was only around 4-7 when this happened, so I didn't know, I couldn't stop it. I wanted to, yet I couldn't. I am in high school and grew up in an argumentive household. This affected me greatly, as I now have severe mental issues. I don't think I'm going to make it. If I ever have a child- I would probably adopt- I want them to grow up in a good household. One they can feel safe in, and I don't want them to grow up like me. When I am of age, I will get a semicolon tattoo to remind me of my struggles and know I made it past there and pushed through. If I ever get to that stage of life, of course.
To anyone who reads this, I love you, I love everything about you, I love when you make mistakes, I love when you learn from them, I love every imperfection you have, I love your body and how it isn't perfect. No one is perfect, so why should you have to be? If you are going through a rough time, I believe in you, I believe that you can push through! There will always be someone out there who loves you and wants you to push through, I do at least. Don't give up yet, you still have some fuckers to prove wrong.
-A teenager who suffers from insomnia and ADHD and will always believe in you.