I told myself once I got my own place I'd take my life so that my family didn't have to be the one to find me. I'm now three months into my own place, working a job I love, and working daily with better coping mechanisms. I was 100% ready to give in. I was planning ways, making purchases, I was ready. I still struggle. I still split and start to spiral. But it is possible...it is. Today's been a rough day, this past week even worse...but I remember where I am at right now in comparison to a year ago and I feel some peace. 

Please hold out hope. And you're welcome to message me if needed. 🤍