Every day is a struggle. Getting through each day with my mind intact is an amazing feat. If you only knew what goes on behind the fake smiles and the pretty made up face, you would cry too.

Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I could let it all out and open up so I don’t have to go at it alone. But being the selfless person I am, I keep it in and deal with it on my own. I take on others problems and help them rather than taking advice or asking for help myself. I think I’ve only let 3 people in to see the real me in the past 3 years. Who wouldn’t be scared of being judged for being so messed up? 25 years and I’ve only let less than a handful of people see the real me. Everyday is a show, it’s an act, it’s tiring. Some days I really just want to give up, but what keeps me going? Knowing that others need me and that I make a difference in someones life.