I’ve had a lot of time to reflect on myself over the course of the year. I’m 22 now. When I was 21 i had already tried to kill myself and was in a deep depression since the time I was 13. Last year I didn’t have a job, a sense of direction in life, or any money. I was also at a weight where I hated myself. In high school I weighed 180lbs. A year ago I weighed 260lbs. I hated myself and I couldn’t stand to look at myself. Turning 22 I had a job for 9 ½ months, a somewhat steady income, money saved up, trips planned to see my little sis, I know exactly what I want to do with my life and know how to get there while working hard for it, a larger, more refined group of friends, I weigh 212lbs and working on losing more and I’m finally happy with myself and I feel as I beat my depression. It’s funny how many people come and go in just one year. It’s funny how much can just change like that.