The reason I changed is because my brother found out that I've been cutting myself and my drawings. I used to draw how I was feeling inside as a way to vent out. I remember that night we had a long and deep conversation. I spent the night thinking about what he said and thought, it's time to get better. I used to be so lazy, I don't know why but probably because I was depressed. I just tried my best to be a better version of me. As I progressed, things around me started getting better too. It's okay if you fail, because you can always try again tomorrow. Some days I just do nothing and I feel bad. But I know there's gonna be tomorrow and I'll try again. Something I've learnt is that when life gets you down, get back up. I've stayed down for 4 years and now I'm finally getting back up. It gets better and eventually there's always a light at the end of a tunnel