Hopefully a little light in the darkness :)

Hello, you beautiful human.

I have just registered on this website, maybe five minutes ago. If you’re reading this, it might mean you’re curious to see what people write when they’re at their lowest, or maybe you are one of those individuals writing poems, diary entries, or just short messages for people to read. And, either way, I want you to know that you’re loved. No matter who you are, how old you are or what your situation is, you’re loved. By family, friends, strangers who liked your style when you passed by them on the street, or me. There will always be someone thinking about you, there will always be another way. There will be a tomorrow, there will be a sunny day. Or maybe just a nice meal, a pretty flower on the sidewalk, a person laughing at your joke. There will always be a reason to keep on living, and I hope that you, you amazing person, realize that and keep on going, even if it’s just for a day or two. That day can turn into two, then four, maybe weeks, months, years.

I myself have been in a bad space from the ages 12-17, sometimes even now, at 18 years old. I’ve thought about dying, about ending it all. I’ve harmed myself, stood at ledges, wrote notes.. and yet, I’m still here. So much shit happened, and I’ve pushed through. And I believe that you can do it, too, whether you’re 15 years old or 45. It doesn’t matter. You’re always worthy of life, whether you’re queer or not, trans, cis, black, white, it doesn’t matter. you’re worthy of living, you always will be, and I cannot repeat it enough.

You’re worth it.
You’re amazing.

Don’t forget to dream of a better life sometimes, then use that dream and make it a reality. It’s never too late.

Thank you for reading this post, you have already made the first step into recovery.

I love you.

-Alex