At 15 I was diagnosed with depression that has no source from where it came from. I think its called clinical depression. Basically I am always sad for no reason. I am also autistic and have tics.
These things made my life so difficult and I don’t know how I did it, but I did. I am 18 now. If the attempt ever worked I would have stayed 14. But if I am honest. Im happy it didn’t work.
No my life isn’t perfect, my dad screams like crazy everyday, I am ugly and have little to no friend but….. I am still proud. I am proud to be standing even if it is on weak legs. I am proud that I am able to cry and scream and laugh and dance. I am proud that even if I thought I didn’t deserve to live I still did.
And to anyone reading this, you should be too. You should be proud to breathe, in this fucked up world there are still moments of beauty, especially in yourself.