After years of pretending to be happy, she realized that she really was. It had been so long since she’d actually felt joy, that it was almost overwhelming; it moved her to tears.
The hardest thing to do is to continue living when you dream of dying, but she fucking made it. She kept living and now the bad times don’t seem so bad anymore; the pain doesn’t feel like too much to bear.
She knows that no matter how bad her days get or how much pain is brought into her life, she made it through once and she can sure as hell do it again.
She knows that she’s on this Earth for a reason. She’s not entirely sure what that reason is yet, but she can’t wait to find out what it is.