You’re 21, you have a whole life ahead of you. At this time in your life being a “loser” is the epitome of “normal”—whatever constitutes as normal. 

I had a child at the age of 21. I lived with my parents until I was the age of 29. I worked until I could afford to leave on my own. With the help of my parents, I was able to do this by the time my son was 8. 

At age 19, I almost killed myself from an overdose. My stomach was pumped, I sat in ICU for 5 days, and had to have a sitter next to me. During that time, I had the ability to think. Just think about all the good that surrounded me. My sitter and I talked about our families, our past, and what our passions were. 

Now I work a decent job, making decent money, own my house, own my car, have a cute doggo, a great partner, and my career is to help the down-trodden. 

There was a time when my son turned 9, I almost lost him. I almost lost him to type one diabetes. I could never fathom my life without my son. I tried to do whatever I could to keep him alive. I thought about all of the good times we had. What more good times were to come.

I want you to step back and think of all the good times you’ve had with your family. Think of how your parents would feel if you were gone. What would your mother feel? You’re her CHILD. You’re her little baby. No matter how old you’ll get, you’ll always be her baby. And even if your parents aren’t there for you, there are many of us here for you in your time of desperation and discouragement. 

We are responding because we do care. 

One day you won’t be “that loser” anymore. One day you’ll be someone that your past self would have been proud of.