My fallacy in believing in my childish excuses was merely adding stress.

I have failed and been disappointed many times, but it led to my success.

I have succumbed to risky conduct and I almost lost my life.

I learned lessons and compassion, no longer carrying strife.

My life was in shambles, now I perceiver.

I lied to everyone I knew, now I’m sincere.

I apologize to the loved ones I’ve directly wronged.

If I stayed ignorant, the pain would have prolonged.

My moral compass has changed, my support system has prevailed.

If it were not for them, I would remain derailed.

I was hopeless and lifeless, that mind numbing sting.

I am now genuinely inspired by people, places and things.

I found something truly to be passionate about.

That passion is something I will never live without.

I will die continuously fighting a hateful stigma.

I will die being a compassionate soul.

I will die assisting others find their way.

I will die spreading the message of mental health importance.

I will die knowing I survived it.

I will die knowing that I always tried.

I will die fighting my own villain.

I will die knowing I stayed faithful.

I will die knowing I was honest.