I’m happy, never in a million years did I think those words would come out of my mouth. For so much of my life I hated and would get angry at anyone saying it gets better or that I wasn’t alone in this battle with depression and anxiety.  I found myself going in and out of mental health facilities (for overdosing), till one day I said I’m tired of this something has to change. And then things did change. I got a journal, I got an amazing therapist and suddenly I started living, and connecting with people who were/are battling the same things as me. Now at 42 years old, I finally love the life that I have. And most importantly I love myself. With that said I hope this letter gives you hope, and everything else you need right now and in the future. It does get better.