Her Story, My Story

She was young, she was bold, she was lost and absurd. She was drowning in her thoughts and longing for a shot of something...new. She lost everything she had worked for. Every last morsel. Her family was torn apart and her grades slipped off a cliff and her one calling was taken away from her for poor reason. She found that after the tragedies of being young occurred she should share her knowledge and character with others. She traveled from lunch table to lunch table at her local junior high and made newer and better friends that actually needed her. In them, she found a piece of herself. They needed her life lessons, they needed her ability of being able to coach one through their suicidal days, they needed her gift of giving hopeless romantics hope. They needed her. And that was when she realized that maybe she was worth something bigger than she thought. Even though she is still lost, still confused, still pondering her decisions and still trying to figure out how start up her new beginning. She finally had hope.

And today, she is writing about her. Today, she is telling the hidden story book of her.

And her, is me.

Her story, is my story.