The Truth

I have had depression my whole life. Some days it was uncontrollable. Other days it had no effect on my days. I have pulled myself out of the pits of hell in my own mind, and believe me when I say I would have much rather died. Everything in this book was what I was feeling in the moment—the hate, the pain, and the rebirth, becoming new and leaving the old ways there. Don’t get me wrong; when you read some of the poems, you might not understand what I was going through, but I promise I am better now.

If my family is reading, I’m sorry if you feel like it was never enough or the way I wrote this makes you feel uneasy or less of a person. Understand, please, that it is not my intention. I was and am only trying to work out the things in my mind. And I can only hope two things: (1) to whoever ends up reading this, there is always a way to come out stronger than this mental illness, and (2) to my family, please understand none of this means I don’t love you or have hatred toward you; that is not true. I love you.

Enough of that, right. You wanted to read inside someone’s mind. Let’s get started. Let’s take a walk through a young girl’s mind.