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I’m packing up the place I called home for the past two weeks.

Two weeks ago. I hit rock bottom. I fell straight into depression.

But everyone and I mean everyone never gave up on me.

And him. He came when I said I needed him the most. He was there.

Every step of the way. I honestly knew what I was asking for when I said I needed him. It was the biggest cry for help. I didn’t want to come back here for the reasons I told them that night but I knew I had to. I accepted it and believed these two weeks would help.

And they did tremendously. I’m feeling a lot better now. I feel like the weight of the past five years is finally off my shoulders.

I spent the past 10 days in a mental health facility for teenage girls. Lily owns and runs the place. She does an amazing job.

Group therapy is good. But my thoughts and lightbulb moments usually happen on the pink plush couch of Lily’s office. She has many seating options but the pink couch has and always will be my favouri