For a while before MYL I hadn’t been feeling like myself, i had drama with a boy, my friends and my family, typical teenage girl stuff. I got to the point where I felt like nobody really cared about me and even though they might love me i wasn’t significant enough. important enough. pretty enough. And the only person who made me feel important was a boy who only liked me when he was bored. The last night of myl we had a talk with our teams about what we experienced here. Everybody was talking about how different it was from school and how at school they were judged by their older siblings reputations or for coming from a different middle school. And it just triggered me. I started crying; I couldn’t help it. It reminded me too much of my own life. Later that night we sat together in a circle with the lights off and were told repeatedly that we were enough. I couldn’t get it to feel real, to mean anything. That was the first day I decided I was done being sad. I had been waiting for someone else to “save” me but it was to save myself. I started to forget that moment when I got back to school. More problems with the boy, it was all just so confusing. Blasting my music, hating the world, on the way to practice I saw the back of a playing card in the dirt. And I swear on everything when I flipped it over it was a 7 of hearts. I remembered the card and MYL and the goal I was working towards of being myself again. I don’t quite know where I’m going with this because I’m not there yet. Life isn’t perfect, I didn’t win. But I want to. I started letting my friends see how i’m feeling, I started writing about it. If you take the time to read this whole long story and you haven’t been feeling yourself take this as a sign to reach out. please. Think of me and know that if you have the strength to do it then maybe others will too. If you are okay right now, ask your friends how they’re doing. Show somebody you love that you truly care about them. <3