I am thankful that I no longer feel like the tortured girl in that picture. I am thankful she is a stranger to me. I am so grateful that I no longer hurt myself, that I no longer hate myself. That I no longer wake up wishing I could just go back to sleep forever, never having to wake up again. I’m so thankful I no longer wish I were dead.
Instead, I wake up with a smile on my face.
I look forward to the day, I can’t wait to go wake my children up so I can hug them, kiss them and tell them I love them.
I am so thankful for the friends who helped me and stood by me in my darkest moments. I’m thankful for their love, patience and honesty.
I’m thankful that when I look at that picture of myself, I still remember exactly how I felt the moment I took that picture because I never want to forgot how awful it felt to be like that. That way, I never take this joy I feel now for granted.