I Lost my mother when I was 17 to breast cancer. Made TONS of horrible decisions, survived TWO tours in combat zones, being disowned by family and friends, Suffer from PTSD, MST, A TBI, Addison’s Disease, Bipolar type II disorder, I’ve survived 54 Electric convulsive shock therapy treatments, more inpatient hospital stays than I can count. Now I’m in the fight for my life against anorexia. When I reread this, it really sounds like I’m whining... but I’m NOT! I accept myself. I love myself. I am kind and gentle to myself. I am beautiful and so are you, no matter the struggle you are going to. I am a child of God and you are too. He is my father and yours too. He is there for me and He wants to be there for you too, you just have to let Him be. He gives me comfort , He gives me Strength, he guides me. He can do the same for you. I am no longer alone in this battle and there is NO BATTLE that HE doesn’t win. You are not alone either, he is right by your side, and he always has been, even in your darkest hour.