So this one starts out with a sad moment but I promise this story ends up positive.

3 days before my 13th birthday I cried myself to sleep. I cried myself to sleep because I thought that I would not make it that long without taking my own life and that I would never get to be a teenager.

I turned 17 18 minutes ago. I am one year away from becoming an adult when only a little over 4 years ago I thought that becoming a teenager was an unattainable goal. I’m so happy I  wish I could go back and give my almost 13 year old self a hug and show her how far I’ve come.