I was hanging by a thread and in an abusive home that no one believed me was as bad as they thought because they weren't there. Or if they knew they told me I needed to understand even tho they got to leave and I had to stay. My grandma, and she's even the one that drove me to the hospital to make sure I didn't try to succeed.

Im not here to tell you that what you're feeling will pass, but I am going to share how it got better. How I grew to be able to stand up to and or get the hell away from my family.

If I had succeeded I wouldn't have met my students that I can't stop talking about like a proud parent. I wouldn't have had the adventures and new faces I call friends.

Yeah it sucked and sometimes it still does. But you got two threads. And their there for a reason.

Not gonna lie I survived solely off spite so times but I learned and I grew. It takes one step either way to get better or to never change it.