I love stories of redemption! I am proud of you Rachel.
“Dear mom and dad,”
That’s as far as I got when I broke down and cried for hours. I was ready to just end my life. I didn’t see that there was actually a reason for living. I thought my life was being wasted because I wasn’t super popular, or the prettiest, or the smartest, or the best athlete, or even the funniest person. I thought I had to be the best at something to even matter or make a difference in this world. I was never anyone’s “best friend.” I was always just one of their friends, or even just an acquaintance. To me, it felt as if anyone I had called my best friend had someone better. I felt like a second choice. I thought I didn’t matter to anyone. I felt like a burden to those around me. I didn’t think that anyone wanted me around. I…
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