So, this is me, dressed as Wendy, telling Peter Pan a huge secret. I went to visit Peter every day for five days in a row, and sometimes twice a day, during my trip to Disney World because I love him so much. This picture was taken on my last day there. I had previously seen him that day dressed as Tinkerbell and we took fun silly face pictures, and a few days before I had given him a present of a green dreamcatcher, with absolutely no reason of why I gave him a gift. I had also seen him dressed as him. He had been wonderful with me, absolutely wonderful. So, I decided to tell him a secret. I told him all about how I had been in a really bad place for a really long time lately, and how I had been feeling really badly and had thought about killing myself, but that I watched his movie every night until I felt better, and it did make me feel better. And that now I’m doing so much better. And it’s true. Since January, even since November, I have been in a really terrible place, and it has been a real struggle for me to make it through. But I have a stack of Disney VHS tapes from my headboard to ceiling and I’ve always put Peter Pan in when I was feeling particularly down. Peter Pan has been able to make me feel better since I was very little. It always works. So, I guess Peter is my happy thought. And when I told him, he was very serious, and then he said, “Yay! You’re happy now!” and gave me a big hug. Peter saved my life, and I felt like he needed to know. I know that every time I feel down I can just pop in his movie, recite it line for line, and fly away with him, feeling better. Don’t ever tell me Disney is for children.