alhwrites:

four years ago, I was miserable. my heart was always heavy. tears were constantly threatening to spill out of my eyes. anxiety had made a home burrowed in my stomach. I was afraid I would feel sad forever. when you are at the lowest of lows, so accustomed to spending your days aching, it’s difficult to imagine things being any other way; I know that sounds cheesy, but it is beyond true.

I am so thankful for where I’m at today. I never fathomed I could be so at peace, so in love with life and in love with who I am becoming. I’m accomplishing goals, making money, and visiting places. I have a healthy relationship with a boy and more importantly, a healthy relationship with me. I strive to better myself every single day. to grow, to learn, to give, and to make positive changes however I can.

the moral of the story: keep going. time will heal you. happiness is possible. I promise. (that being said, you can’t heal in the same places you’ve been hurt. stop returning to toxic people, toxic situations. put yourself first!)