I just wanted to write something in here mainly for my own sake really, but hopefully this can help others.

A year ago I was pregnant, broke, car-less & 5 miles away from the closest store, living next door to a man who verbally abused me, physically assaulted my boyfriend & 2 houses down from where a young girl overdosed on heroin & still grieving the loss of my father who died 6 months earlier. I was depressed, my anxiety was at its worse because I couldn’t take my medication (due to pregnancy), I was scared to leave the house because of the neighbor, my boyfriend couldn’t find a job anywhere. My anxiety was so bad that I was scared to fall asleep because my brain told me if I did that I would die but at the same time I didn’t want to wake up. Life was hell. The only good thing in my life was the baby growing inside me & the support from my boyfriend.

Today our daughter is 6 months old. My boyfriend & I got married today. We moved out of state, far, far away from our abusive neighbor in a nice neighborhood where we feel so safe we don’t even lock our door half the time.

It may take a year, it may take 6 months, it might take a week, it might take a few days or a few hours... but eventually things will get better. You just gotta hang on. Keep pushing. Keep breathing. Keep fighting.

It always gets better.