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It’s so surreal, to think almost a year ago you met someone who gave you a breath of fresh air because not even a year before that, you saw no purpose in life. You were drinking yourself into blackouts to escape the reality you were living. You didn’t care if you lived or died and you didn’t care that the ones who loved you so much were struggling to see you like this. Through your own misery and lies you failed to see how much your mom suffered too. Your mom suffered in ways you could never understand and you suffered in ways your family wouldn’t understand. You got diagnosed with short-term PTSD thinking “short term” and all the while you have overcome so much, you still struggle with it to this day. I know you see how much you’ve grown from it all, yet you don’t give yourself enough credit. You think so much time has passed and that you should be healed or just get over it. You don’t want to complain or seem self absorbed, so you’re stuck in your head all the time. You shove your thoughts and feelings deep down because you’re scared of losing what you now have. A breath of fresh air. A safe place. This safe place isn’t a place, It’s a person and you would do anything not to lose him. You’re scared to be the person who carries baggage, but whether you like it or not, you do. Everyone does. It’s what you do with your baggage that sets you apart, not what’s in it… – True Creative Writer