Keep Fighting - Life Gets Better

When I was 13, my mom divorced my abusive father and started to work a bunch of overtime just so we could keep our house. When I was 14 I broke my arm and suffered severe nerve damage because of it. This crushed me because I loved to play volleyball and basketball, and those were how I made and kept most of my friends.

Before my freshman year in high school I had lost all my friends. So for almost 2 years I would sit in the back of every classroom that didn't have assigned seats and I would eat lunch with people that were more acquaintances than friends. I had nothing that I was really passionate about and would go through my classes doing the minimum amount of work to pass.

I was constantly depressed, hopeless, and spent most the time reading instead of interacting with other people. Everything just seemed like it was getting worse, and that there was really no way out.

I became suicidal, but not in an active way. I would get into cars and hope for an accident, or lean a bit too far over the railing hoping it would break and I would fall.

And then I let someone in.

I didn't tell them everything, but somehow telling them some of it made the burdens lighter. Bit by bit, I started seeing a light at the end of my dark tunnel.

The more you hold your burdens in, the heavier they will become. Try your best to be patient and find someone you can talk to that you trust.

I'm 18 now and though it sounds cliche, life really can get better. It did for me, and it can for you too. You just gotta keep a little hope.