i spent a majority of 2017 wishing i wasn’t alive. i was never officially diagnosed by a professional simply because my mom thought i was being a hormonal teenager, but i knew it was so much more than that, and my support group (which is just the small number of friends i have that have gone above & beyond to help me out) and i all know it was more than hormones. may came, and that’s when i almost tried to kill myself. even though i didn’t, i still didn’t think i’d be alive by the new year. i really thought that i was going to do it eventually. i felt that way until august and then had a relapse in October. but you know what? here i am. it’s january 2nd and i made it. im still not 100% okay but im working on it, and im ready to make 2018 a lot better than 2017.