#90DaysOfFight
Once again today my heart was as heavy as tons of rocks... once again the biggest battle was waking up... my soul and body are tired and everyday is so damn hard to live. I saw myself in the mirror and barely recognized the girl that looked me back, it's so different from the 18 year old me that had hopes, dreams and bit of happinness 4 years ago, this 21 "woman" is sad, and hopeless and fat from all the treatments and drugs she has been through. On august 2 it will be my 22 birthday, and my only wish is that I can make it. Not only make it, but actually live by that time. Living... such a beautiful word that has so little meaning to me these days... That's why I decides to start something, my own and last way to go and fight this, so far I decided to call this: #90DaysOfFight With other hashtags I'll be working on this 90 days journey to fight myself and depression. No more meds. No mores sad songs. Just living each day. I need to get my life back. And something inside me tells me I still can. Day by day I'll be posting pictures and things about how I feel and some parts of my story and how I get here. Maybe nobody will read. Maybe one person and that person might be going through the same stuff and maybe my experience can help. So, welcome to the start. Welcome to Day 1 of a 90 days journey.