Two years ago I was in the lowest place of my life. My rock bottom. I was living in Memphis, miserable and depressed, with no reason to get out of bed in the morning. Everyday was a challenge for me mentally. I cried all the time, I didn’t eat, i didn’t really see any of my “friends.” I spent my weekends out of town because I couldn’t stand to be where I was.
Two years later, and I am in the best place of my life. I live with my boyfriend in a free apartment, 10 minutes across the bridge from San Francisco. I am in a healthy, fun relationship. I have a great set of friends. I have an amazing job that I have excelled at. And I am just the happiest I’ve ever been.
I look back at myself two years ago and am so thankful that I left that girl in Memphis.