Last year 5/5/16 was my suicide date. One thing I’ve figured out since then, life doesn’t get easier; it does get better, even though most days are still shit. But there are days that are so amazing they are worth the bad days. Even just living from one good day to the next is getting me through the terrible ones. There are still times where I wish I would have ended it, but then I remember there are people who love me and that keeps me going. Just gotta hold on and keep going even when it’s the hardest thing to do.