I'm really good at music and art. I would have never said that a year ago. Writing is something that I don't know if I'm good at since I've never written much, but I'm going to try it. I think it might help.

I'm doing a lot better. The medicines and counseling have helped a lot, and Mr. Peabody has been great. Life is so much easier now, but it never was before, and it's still a struggle sometimes. It's mainly demons inside my mind that make life far from perfect and bring me down. Memories that I wish would fade will never go away, and, to be honest, they still haunt me. I still have nightmares. I still have days where I don't want to get out of bed. One day, Mr. Peabody told me that writing my feelings down may help, so I guess I'll try. So, here goes.