Hi. I guess you came here looking for comfort, some answers, some compassion. It’s the things money can’t buy that end up being the most precious right? Happiness. Love. Health. You go from place to place, doctor to doctor, pill to pill, miracle to miracle… Listen. I don’t know much about life. But I do know what it’s like to be bullied, raped, live with a depressed person, have depression, have PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder), anorexia, suicidal thoughts… I know what it’s like to wake up night after night broken inside, the shattered pieces stinging like a fresh injury. Disconnected and numb… You ever just look into the stars and wish for something? There aren’t even words but you’d settle for a day where you just aren’t as broken as you have been, for so long. When you want a shadow of hope or just a reason not to die. I’ve scattered a lot of wishes into the stars… The sun sets. The nightmare descends.