People will tell you that youre broken. Dont believe them. They were not the person that could help you. They have not walked your path. God has got a plan to bring people into your life that have lived through a similar hell. In the end it isnt the number of people that are on your side. It is the people that understand what your side is that matters.

I existed on my own terms. I was different my entire life. Some called me divergent wild crazy unpredictable and unconformedan apostate to the rules of the majority. I called myself Gods creation and found purpose in the madness. When that day came I didnt allow other people to dictate how I should feel or act. I learned there was no shame in imperfection because history had shown being different had the power to change perspectives and eventually the world. This is when I realized that flaws had responsibility. This was the day that I learned I was truly BLESSED.

We are all a little schizophrenic. Each of us has three different people living inside us every daywho you were who you are and who you will become. The road to sanity is to recognize those identities in order to know who you are today.