I’ve been struggling with mental health since I was a child, and have been in some sort of treatment center or Residental program for the past 4 years. Even before that, I was in and out of hospitals for various things. I haven’t had a real birthday since I was 13 (where I was even in my own state). On October 7th I turned 17. An age I never thought I would make. I was committed to leaving this world at 16 (at the latest). But I decided to stay. I like to say I’m “playing it by ear 😉” but that’s not true. I’m staying. For all the bigs, and littles in life. The highs and lows. I had an incredible birthday. The best I’ve ever had in my whole life. Even when things didn’t go to plan I was okay! I used my skills, and kept my cool during some hard parts. I’m incredibly proud of myself, and even if some other people in my life don’t see it, I do. But can I still get some love on this? 🫶🏻🩷💖