What I wrote on Friday

I know I may not have lived the happiest life, but I’ve lived a damn good story. Some people may say I’m using my pain as a means of getting money, no, I use them as a means of saving lives. To think that 7 short months ago I wanted nothing more then to die, and to sit here now and type it all out on my laptop? I would say that that’s more then a means of getting money, that’s a means of saving lives. I write this to help me feel, to help me cry, to take away the guilt of all the torture I’ve put my poor body through, to alleviate the mental guilt, to clear my mind, but most importantly to give hope. If my story saves your life then, yes, I have succeeded. So let people find this! Let them read this! Let them analyze it! Let them shout it to the world that “Ramona Lynn Chatman-Morris has found hope, she has found love, and she has found peace”. My life has been full of ups and downs, highs and lows. Ranging from the day I got accepted to high school to the day when my mother died. It’s a roller coaster that I will keep on riding, enjoying, hating, enduring each day for the rest of my life. I regret only one thing, that that poor little new 14 year old me did not experience the hope, the peace, and the faith in myself that I am experiencing now.