I wanted to share a little bit of my story.

I was about six years old when I started struggling. Though I may not have understood what that meant at that young of age I know I was. Around that age I was worried about what I ate. I would check the calories on the food bags because someone said I couldn’t be “fat”. I wasn’t allowed to serve myself food. I was worried about opening up about how I felt. The fear of getting yelled at. I was a quiet child because of this. I was wanting to leave my mom’s house all the time because of someone that was there. But when I got to live with my dad it was always having to deal with his anger.

These times got hard as a little kid. When I finally got out and away from everything I had to get past it.  I thought I would never be okay again. I kept going to people and trying to talk to them but I felt unheard all the time. I had always thought to myself “how can I ever get past this alone” but I thought I had figured it out. But my ways of healing wasn’t the healthy way. I thought I could just turn all this trauma into a normal thing and just act like it was a part of my life. But then realized it wasn’t healthy. So I went to family members to help me. Though I was scared of them thinking something of me, they weren’t. They were so supportive to me. But one person I saw most helpful was my uncle. I felt like I was better and almost completely okay. But then I lost my uncle in 2021. I was going through grief and it felt like a relapse. Like it was starting all over. But instead of quitting I learned to grow. I learned that it’s okay to not be okay. Everyone goes through struggles. So it may not seem easy and like you may never get past it but you always will.

You will have some bumps in the road but you will always get to your final destination.