I have been a victim of time. Of possible ignorance. I struggle with anxiety, deppression, and past memories on a daily basis. Some times are better than others, some are worse. I am a strong person. I have gone through more in my short life than many others will in there lifetime, and I am thankful for that.
I am an empath. I help others mostly by putting their problems onto my shoulders, becoming a crutch. This has not helped me. It has distracted me from my own problems, but has only made them worse.
I have made the choice to be happy. This choice is mine, and mine alone, because only I can make it. It has made all the difference.
I have started helping myself. Because I am worth it.