Every day I thank the girl in me that believed my life could still be something magical even when the darkness was enough to chew her up, and spit her out even when the ledge was close enough for her to end it all. She still chose life. And I owe it to her to make something incredible of myself. On the days I succeed I put my hand on my heart and whisper to her ‘This is for you.’
Nikita Gills, For Her













