You Belong Here
My head kept whispering that I didn’t belong.
My head kept whispering that I didn’t belong.
When another person sees and affirms who you are and how you feel, the heartache can ebb, and hope for healing is given the chance to bloom.
While holding acceptance in one hand, I must also hold onto hope in the other.
It took a suicide attempt for me to realize my life was worth living.
Healing isn't pretty. It's a messy, painful, and exhaustive process.
What if we posted our insecurities and fears? What if we were vulnerable?
I believed I was the problem and only caused pain to those around me.
I learned that there are new ways of living and coping.
I want to be understood—and I think many young people feel the same way.
Your mind talks to your body, and your body talks to your mind. I would even consider them to be friends.
On the worst days, it’s like I’m stuck at the bottom of the ocean.
We are enough in this very second as we breathe in and out.
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