My story is no different than anybody else story. Nobody understands me. Neither my family nor friends get me. No girl wants to date a guy like me, that’s why I’ve been turned down so many times. Nobody would even care if I died right now. Massive pushes to my head, wounds on my chest were the only ways to relieve the pain. I’m alone. The heart ache of my mother’s death doesn’t make it any easier. Life doesn’t seem important to me. I no longer want to breathe. I’m asking GOD to take the pain away…These were all the things running through my head from 2002-2007. I’ve dealt with depression, self-esteem and even self-injury. The worst part is feeling alone. But one day someone brings a light into your darkroom and you’re no longer alone. Then this person sticks by you and starts to help you heal. Days start to get better and the sun shines a little brighter. This person brings another person in the room and then another and another. You start to feel like your story does matter. You realize that you are unique and important...
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