Year 22

It's my 21st birthday. What? I still remember my 18th, 16th, and my 11th birthday like they just happened. I'm so grateful that I've made it to my 22nd year of life. I've been through a lot in my short life, more than I ever thought I would go through when I was younger. 

I've lost more people than I thought I ever would. I've had to deal with depression, suicidal thoughts, never being good enough, hating myself, and feeling utterly and completely alone. I've had love and heartbreak and found the love of my life. I've believed in God, disowned God and come back to Him broken. I've been blessed and cursed and loved and hated. I've been strong and I've been weak. But here I am. 

If it hadn't been for a specific few in my life, I never would have made it to 21. I want the next 21 years of my life to be ones of happiness. That's all that I wish for myself in the future.

Here's to 21 years and to many more.

Happy Birthday to me.