I’ve been feeling suicidal for the first time in years. What keeps me here? What’s one of the biggest reasons I’ve fought to stay alive this long? Him. For the man who held me in his arms as I desperately sobbed for relief. Who gave me a personally, intimate moment, that I will cherrish forever. Six years later. And I’m still here. And every day I am, I owe to him.
Always Keep Fighting. 🖤













