I never expected rock bottom to hurt this much, honestly I thought it would have killed me, but here I am still standing with borrowed legs. I tried to push people away from me and I ended up falling down, thinking it was the end, the end of all ends.

And I’m happy to see how wrong I was. I may have jumped from a cliff, but I did not jump alone. The people who truly loved me were with me all along, they didn’t dare leave me when I yelled at them to do so.

I lost my way, I was following the shadows on the ground until I stumbled into darkness. I wasn’t listening to where my feet wanted to go, or where my heart told me home was.

I still don’t know where I am going, but I know that I am on the right path.