To the girl who cries at night because she may think she is too skinny or too fat.

To the girl who cries at night because she doesn’t know if she’s worth it or not.

To the girl who cries at night because she doesn’t know if she can truly make it to the next day.

To the girl who cries at night because she doesn’t know if the person she loves actually loves her back.

To this girl who cries at night because she doesn’t know if her friends are truly her friends.

To the girl who cries at night because she has mental issues and body image issues.

Its all okay. I understand where you are and I know it’s hard. I’ve been there and done that. I am still there. I have been so depressed that I’ve tried killing myself, had thoughts, self harmed myself, starved myself, felt lonely, felt like no one loved me or wanted me, felt like I was such a big problem and just the absolute worse thing to ever happen to anyone.

To all of the girls, and even all the guys, it’s okay not to be okay sometimes. I have learned that I will never be that happy girl who never thinks the worst, who never stop wondering “what if,” or wonder what I’ve done wrong. The mentality of it all is the absolute worst part. I wouldn’t necessarily say that my past is what caused it for me, but I can say that it has made an impact on how I see things, take things, and view things. I have become so much more as a person

I used to care what everyone use to think and say about me, I use to try so hard to get attention from all of the girls and boys (although I didn’t start “liking” guys until I met my husband), I used to attempt to make my boobs look bigger and booty look bigger. I never did accept myself until I met my husband. I always thought that I had to look like all of the other girls.

I tried to find ways to gain weight, because I was always so skinny due to my high metabolism. It was just a horrible thing to deal with, but I guess that is what comes with depression. I have learned that there is so much more to life; although there are still those hard times and bad thoughts. There is always a positive to a negative, no matter what. It gets worse before it gets better.

Suicide is something so serious. The subject isn’t talked about enough, it doesn’t have much awareness. No one really knows what someone else is going through until it’s too late, and that is the sad thing about it. So to any and everyone that may think they are alone, you’re not. There are people just like you, may not be going through the same things but they are just like you. There is help.

Also remember, it is okay not to be okay.