I lost the love of my life in March, almost lost my life in April, broke up with the love of my life in May, and was ready to take my life when everything fell apart. Began to focus on myself in June and July. It is almost September, and the life that fell apart, is piecing itself together. Although it is a work in progress, I’m grateful for not ending my life when I originally wanted to. Much love to those who showed me how much I matter.





























