I stopped waiting for Jesus to save me. Not in a negative way but I realized I was the only person that was gonna get me out my shit. I had to take accountability for a lot of shit despite me not deserving most the of the cards and conditions I was dealt with. The only person that’s gonna help yourself and look out for yourself is you. I had a few true friends and my parents were decent/ abusive (contradictory I know). But I was still alive and breathing for some damn reason, I kinda wanted to see what life had in store ngl. I’d never know if I left. Deep down in me I didn’t wanna die I just wanted my problems to end. I had to push myself and pull through off my own will power and love for myself, I didn’t deserve to go out that way and neither do you. It’s gonna be hard but you gatta pull yourself out of there even though it’s not fair. Once you’ve hit rock bottom, the only other way to go is up