This was girl who lost herself in three years.
She was told she had depression after already coming to terms with an anxiety disorder.
She was told she was depressed because she was fat.
She was called fat by people at school, at work, out on the street.
She fell in and out of crushes with boys.
Boys who claimed to be one thing, ended up another.
She wore her heart on her sleeve.
She gave it to the wrong people.
She thought putting herself out there would make people love her.
She ended up more depressed.
She was lonely.
She met a boy, who became her man.
Who became her entire world.
She found a new meaning to herself.
A helper. A giver.
She was happy.
But slowly her depression took over.
She wasn’t happy anymore.
The relationship ended.
She was heart broken.
She was lost.
She didn’t know what to do.
Tear after tear, things got a better.
She slowly got back on track.
Focusing on what’s still important in her life.
Her friends and family.
She got on her feet again.
Jumping over the hurdles she knew she could take.
She knew if she can go through all of that and still smile, she can do anything.
And she is.
Look at her now.
Beginning to flourish and learning to be okay, one day at a time.