"Almost a year ago, I discovered Dylan Holland on Youtube. He is a recording artist, and he lives in Ohio. I went to one of his concerts and met him a few weeks later. My grandma had recently passed away, and my parent's were getting divorced. It was extremely hard on me , so I found happiness in going to his concerts and listening to his music. Whenever I was down, he could easily bring me back up with lyrics and with everything he does. He loves and cares about his fans so much, I knew I had joined the right fandom. So a few weeks later, my mom moved in with her new boyfriend, and we had to move on too. I had to leave everything, my house and my old school, and move on to a completely different life. I moved, started school, and hated it. I felt alone, ugly, and worthless. I hated myself. I had cut for almost a year, for various reasons. It got so addicting, that I actually looked forward to cutting myself. I decided to try to stop for Dylan. I knew it was not right, and that harming myself was not what I needed to do. About a month later, I was at yet another one of his concerts. After his set, I went to wait in line to talk to him and get pictures. I thanked him for his song Cry, because it had really helped me through a lot. I told him about my grandma and my parents' divorce, but not about the self harm. He then hugged me and told me that it would get better. His exact words were "it gets better sweetheart." I will forever remember that. Little did anyone, including him, know that I was planning on ending it all that night. I just wanted to die. I wanted to get away from everything, and I wanted my own life to end. But I didn't. I didn't kill myself that night, and I stopped cutting. I am now 4 months clean, almost 5, and thanks to Dylan Holland, I'm alive. I'm alive and well and happy. I could never thank him enough for everything he has done for me. He's my lifesaver. He may not have wings, yet he is an angel to me."
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