It's hard to imagine that we are still together considering the rocky beginning we experienced. I guess that's how I truly know he is the one I am meant to be with. I pretty much gave him every reason to leave, yet he fought for us.. he fought for me. I suffered from depression during my teenage years. I put my family and friends through hell with misguided anger, self-injury and suicide attempts. But, in the end love won out.
When you're a teenager life should be filled with boys, mall trips, and endless sleepovers with friends.. and mine was, up until a point. I was forced into dealing with very adult issues and it took just about 4 years to work through it all. But do those type of memories ever really go away? Or are they always there, secretly hidden, just waiting for that one smell, that one noise, that one touch to take you back to the one place you try so hard to forget?
I guess that's where I'm at tonight. It happens. Memories come flooding back and I'm left in the fetal position on the bathroom floor, crying through the pain. I am just thankful that my God is bigger than my past and continues to bring me through it.