Dancing, feeling as if I was floating on a cloud with music surrounding I and the people I loved most in the world. We were kids that night for the first time in so damn long. We didn't have a care in the world, forgetting about the troubles of our past and actually relaxing for a night. A party may not be the most ideal thing to want to do. But it was worth it. I didn't feel so crazy. So out of my mind. I was with the people who understood me more than anyone ever could.

I struggle, so incredibly much with my mental health that sometimes, I think I'm a lost cause. But then I'm brought back to earth with a major slap to the face, telling me to wake up and smell the roses. My friends. My family. They want me here. They need me here. I'm loved. Life is worth living. It took me a while to realize how true that was. Because if I didn't, I would have left so many people behind. Broken heartened and wanting answers, feeling as if they could have done more, or should have. But I finally listened to what my heart was telling me. What they were telling me.

It's okay to struggle. It's okay to be a mess and not have it all figured out or have yourself together all the time. But you will. One day. It'll all come together, you'll pick yourself up and say, it's worth it. It's really worth it. You're worth it. I finally realized what it meant to be loved. To feel love. And never want to let that love go. I'm thankful, because I saw the signs before I did the ultimate deed that could never be changed. The decision that was final. Life can be beautiful. Don't forget that.