I was almost 13 when I started cutting myself. I thought that everyone hated me and I was a bad person. I was scared of a lot of things. I felt insecure and sad all the time. I remember cutting too deep, and I ended up in the hospital. And everybody was there. My parents, members of my church, my friends, people I didn’t think cared, people I barely knew. And that’s when I realized how much I meant to people. I realized I WASN’T a nobody. I was an inspiration. I was strong enough to overcome cutting and smoking. I’m healthy now, and I’m well into the process of quitting smoking. I realized that you need to think; “who am I to others? My family? My friends?” and that’s when you understand how much you are loved. And I love you too!