Just went through all my post for a second time, I was probably 14 or 15 at the time of those and I was in a bad place. I can see all the hurt I had and the anger I took it out on here, then I see when I poured myself in soccer because I didn’t know what else to do. That saved me, I become a better person and a better me and i am truly grateful I was able to find that. The saddest part of this story is that no one knew how much I was hurting at the time and how much I was really struggling because I kept it hidden from my parents and best friends.











