although i'm struggling, i'd like to think i've come a long way since my dad's death. i used to have suicidal thoughts everyday. for the longest time, i wanted to die in my dad's place. i wanted him to be alive instead of me

i thought i was the most worthless person ever. i used to cry every damn day, wishing he were here

i may not be as happy as i'd like to be, i'm happier than i used to be, and i'm making a lot of progress