It has been 3 and a half years since I came here. I was so close to death, to cutting my self, I slept so close to the razor under my pillow, I walked the deepest pits of hell.
I am a survivor.
When I look back, funnily, I don’t see darkness. I don’t see pain.
I see life. I see struggles. I see beauty.
If you hold on long enough, one day you will look back and realize the beauty of all struggles. You will see that the truest form of living is the one which is closest to death. That the brightest light is the one closest to darkness. And the truest happiness is the one with tears and pain.