I remember when I was little and I had this perfect family.
I remember having 4 sisters, a mom and a dad.
I remember my dad joking around and asking, “what would you do if your mother and I would ever get a divorce?”
I remember always telling him “I would hit you!’
I remember always being so sure that would never happen…
I remember that night you told us you were getting a divorce.
I remember things then spiraling out of control.
I remember the blood trickling down my wrist and thighs
I remember skipping meals
I remember the doctors diagnosing me with multiple forms of anxiety
I remember wanting to die
But when I failed to remember was the faith I always had in me.
I also remember not letting my depression take over my life anymore.
I also remember throwing away all of my blades and knifes and feeling happy about it
I also remember willingly eating again
Most of all I remember reclaiming my life back. Yes, I’ve had horrible downs and still continue to even now, but I have cried, mentally died, and sighed, laughed and have come back to the strong soul I am today. Me.