April..tomorrow is April 1st..yes April 1st.
looking back on the past few months. I have no clue why I am blogging about all of this. Maybe to get it off my chest. Maybe because I am not sure if anyone will read if, so it is almost like a diary of mine. Yes a diary. 2 weeks ago sitting on the of the bathroom area, pill bottle in my hand and razor to my wrist. Ready to say good bye to the world and everything in it. There was only one problem. This problem was that I wanted to live, and I love everything I have in life. SO why? why the brink of death??
I myself, cannot,fully answer this question, but what I can say is that I have come a very long way from anorexia,bulimia, self-harm,suicidal tendencies, several health problems, and being adopted because I was unloved as a baby.I have come so far and I now know what I would like to do in life. Be a psychologist.
So April, April is the month to truely live again. TO be myself and be optimistic. To be me. and to be..be..stress free