In over a year everything for me has changed so drastically. A year and a half ago, I was without a job, blowing every cent of money I had on going out 3 times a week and getting so drunk I couldn’t remember a thing. I was being carried home, I’d basically live with friends because I couldn’t stand my own company (or my family’s).
I lost my best friend/first boyfriend/love to cancer not long after helping friends cope with another friends suicide. Months after, there was another suicide and another death of a friend due to circumstances out of his control and I honestly could not deal with all of this. There was a period of about 7 months where all I could see around me was heart break, plus trying to mend my own heart and I couldn’t deal with it.  
I often thought about quitting, giving up and throwing all of my progress away because I was so angry. And of course there’s still alot of questions that are unanswered for me and it makes me so fucking frustrated.. But I guess shit happens, right?
Having a mother who has manic depression, I was never taught how to deal with stress, and I burned alot of bridges and ruined alot of oppurtunities I was given, purely because I didn’t have the strength to pull myself out of bed.
It’s funny reminiscing on all of this, because I’ve grown so much.
I’ve learnt how to control my emotions and anxiety the best I can, and it’s all from being thrown in the deep end when I didn’t know how to swim.. Basically.

I grew my own wings and moved out of home. I got a job and excelled in it. I made new friends, got a very loving boyfriend who I’m so lucky to have and I grew the fuck up.
I don’t know the point of this.. I guess it just goes to show you that things always get better. No matter how dark the place you’re in is.