So I moved back to my homestate. It was a bitter sweet move, as when I left CA, I left behind what I thought was my forever life.
I left an SO who was madly in love with me, left his mother who was a prescription pill popper, a younger brother who dropped out of school, an older sister who happened to be addicted to meth.
It's been an intense last year as I have been using the time to take care of myself. I'm off anti depressants, found lifting as a way to cope and have found friends. I survived Hurricane Harvey, am studying to become a fitness trainer and I have found that although my life continuous to throw caca my way, I still am glad that I am here. A little at least. I have grown so much, it seems.
Realizing this makes me so sad, but also very glad. IDK.
I'm back chicas!