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My life continues.

I did a thing today. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while but my fear of being judged and taking off the mask to reveal my true self scared me. I’m no longer scared. This is my story. My story didn’t end where it could have many times. God didn’t take me when I prayed for Him too. I’ve survived and my story continues.



You'll never stop me I'm a warr;or

When I fall down I get stronger

Faith is my shield, His love is the armor
I'm a warr;or
Every scar on my skin or in my heart

Is a beautiful reminder

Of a moment when I didn't give in

And I walked through fire.


I would love for you to stay on this journey with me and love me while I heal. It may be raw at times, but, I’d rather raw over messy & “I’ve already bled on people who didn’t cut me..” I don’t want to do that anymore! So I need to face it even if it rips open old scabs to clean them and allow them to heal without infection.


 Today I step out and stop being a people pleaser, a yes person or a person that feels I have to live a lie and hide because someone may look down on me.. I’m done caring what people who don’t matter think.. had I carried out suicide they would not be picking up the pieces, just like they haven’t been there through the rest of my lives trials, so the only ones who matter will be here and the ones who don’t matter won’t. It’s just how it is. 
Love me or leave.. my life continues... 




Enter Project Semicolon, a movement that's bringing mental health awareness to the forefront.  It encourages those who have depression, anxiety or those who have self-harmed or attempted suicide to draw semicolons on their wrists. A semicolon is used when an author could've chosen to end their sentence but chose not to. The author is you and the sentence is your life.

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