I never really thought that I was worthy of a story, because I never suffered the way people close to me have. But everybody’s struggles are different and no matter how big or how small, they are all real. Truthfully my struggles were most of the time completely self-inflicted. I put myself in harms way and then asked the universe why I was suffering so much. I was stuck in an extremely unhealthy relationship that led to countless days of drug and alcohol abuse. I couldn’t watch myself wither away anymore. I put myself before others and was miserable. But out of the darkness, I found my true purpose. To spread positivity and let everyone know it’s okay to be weird as hell. It’s okay to wear what you want. It’s okay to not know what your future holds. My purpose is to spread love in this world and be the voice for people who can’t speak for themselves. Change starts with you, eve if it’s something small. Start complimenting people, tell a friend they look beautiful, slow down and offer someone a hand. Life is so beautiful and I’ll never take advantage of that again.