It hurts sometimes looking at my little cousin who’s now the age I was when I started having certain mental health issues, stuff I now know some of my friends also dealt with at that same age, and he’s just a baby. We were just babies. In the grand scheme of things we’re still just babies, I’m only 17. I sometimes wonder how I’ll survive high school, let alone college, and the rest of my life. I was 13 when I suddenly couldn’t picture any sort of future for myself anymore, wouldn’t let myself picture an adult future for myself, and now my baby cousin is that age and I truly hope he doesn’t follow in my footsteps in that way. I hope this kid gets all he wants in life, and I hope I’ll be there to watch it