In the beginning, she dreamt of the end.
You see, she was overrun by thoughts that no human being should ever have to endure.
Her thoughts told her she wasn’t worth it.
Her thoughts told her that no one would care if she were to die.
Her thoughts told her that she was nothing but a burden.
Her thoughts told her many nasty things, and she knew that this was just the way of life with mental illness.
So she did what she thought was unthinkable, and she fought. As hard as she could, she fought, she persisted even when knocked down, she found solace in the little things in life, she learnt to love herself.
And this is when she learnt that life, was, in fact worth living – so she dreamt of the end no more, and her life ended up changing drastically for the better.