My story is awkward. I won't tell it and I won't explain it.
I was bullied.
Tried to end it all.
Lived through it.
Forgave myself for the past.
And finally became the person I was meant to be.
I think that's all that matters. I finally fell back into the place where God and I made sense again. And then every piece of the puzzle fell into place in this life I have.
Why don't I have anything to say about it? Because it hurts too much.
But this, where I am. It doesn't hurt at all. It's a beautiful adventure. Because I certainly know... Things could always be much much worse.