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I’ve been speaking at Teen’s Conference over the last few days. Looking into the eyes of these incredible emerging adults, I had forgotten how lost I was when I was their age.
- thoughts of ending my life secretly plagued me
- I mocked anyone who wanted to do anything significant with their life
- my journals were filled with darkness, death, and general destruction
- the bulk of any laughter that remained in my life was at the expense of others
- Every day I wanted to scream, but never did because I was more afraid of hearing the silence of no one really caring.
I remember telling people that I was sure that I’d be dead before I hit my mid-twenties, because I could see no further reason for existence. Life was just a sucky side trip on the way to oblivion. And anything worthwhile had already been done.
I could not have been more wrong.
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