The shitty thing about this damned website is that there are all these posts about how shitty things are and how bad things are and pain and suffering and self-harm, and people come here to get comfort and reblog things that they relate to but no one ever comes back after they get happy to tell these people that it gets better. Think about the ratio of how many sad posts there are compared to how many inspiring and reassuring ones there are. Life is fucking sad. And things are sad.
I have fucking been there. I’ve had my heart broken. I’ve lost people. I’ve thought I couldn’t move on. I’ve been bullied and threatened and there was a point in time where I was scared to go home because I didn’t know if I was going to find one of my parents dead or both of them beating each other, or if I would be dragged into it. I’ve moved around and had to step right out of my life and into a whole new place in a matter of days. I’ve even been homeless. I’ve been scared. I’ve hurt myself. I’ve hurt others and hated myself for it. I never thought it would get better. Life, the future, was the scariest thing in the world.
No one ever came to me and told me things could get better in such horrible times. I don’t recall seeing a single post on here from someone like me telling me there was hope. I just remember all the painful ones.
But this is that post. Because I’ve had to go thorough all kinds of terrible shit and I’ve had to make the most difficult decisions you could ever imagine. But I am here and I have made it and I have recovered. I am happy and I think you people should be happy too. Please message me, if you need to. I promise, things aren’t all that bad.