I used to be a really bad person. I mean genuinely awful. And on dec 27th of the winter two years ago, i hit my peak terrible and i hurt someone very badly. The entire month of january, i was horribly depressed and the most suicidal i have ever been. i didn’t speak to anyone and i never left the house. it was the lowest of low times for me.
in early february, my mother and i drove me down to austin to live and work with my cousin. That time of preparing to leave and staying with her was the time when i really did the work of completely rebuilding myself. I’m talking from the ground up, entirely different.
I’m proud to say that the person that i was that december and before is completely gone forever. But don’t be mistaken, none of what happened was good. There’s nothing i would rather do than prevent what i did, even if that meant staying the same god awful person. there’s nothing poetic about hurting people close to you, even if it does trigger personal growth.
But every day, I do everything I can to be a better person. Because every day that passes is another day away from him