I was miserable and telling myself I was managing... Without considering asking for help I wobbled on... Then it got worse and it seems I got lost on my path, I did anything to distract me from my disasters - ironically normally in the form of creating another disaster. I spiralled down that metaphorical staircase that we all speak of at one point or another, I turned and toppled down and down... This time last year I was ready to give up. I asked myself, what's the point?
A year on, I can proudly say I didn't give up... I saw the point, I looked around me and saw the point; I have a family so supportive and loving. A family I feel I took advantage of most of the time and didn't appreciate the love in their hearts in the times I needed most.
I began to study hard, I found a passion, set firmly alight by an inspiring and motivational teacher - one whom I'm sure I won't forget through my many years of studying and learning to come. I found happiness, support and comfort once again in my parents - knowing there is always I place I can run to, no matter what I'm running from. I found pride and inspiration in my older brother - if you knew his past you'd understand why I'm the awe-struck little sister. I found what I believe to be the love of my life - although he appeared in a debatably unconventional manner - he's my cliché Prince Charming... he's kind, caring, respectful, handsome and everything I believe any girl or woman would ever dream of finding in the person they want to spend the rest of their life with.
As I lay here in an apartment which has provided me with some of the richest and most beautiful memories of my childhood and look out the window to the blue sky, I find myself thinking... Many incredibly beautiful things have come from the downfalls of my past, I just had to look hard enough and believe that without them I would not be who I am today.
