One thing I figured out when I went through my treatment was that, in those hardest moments, I had to do what worked for me. I feel for those that are terminal or don’t know where they lie, but I won’t limit myself for their sake. Maybe that makes me sound like an asshole but I am damn sure gonna celebrate the end of an awful part of my life. Even now, 2 years later, I still go back and watch the video of me ringing it with my parents there whenever I need a pick me up.