So this is my life in fast forward….My mommy died 3 1/2 years ago……February 14, 2008. The Day I stopped living. A Quote from one of my favorite books, “I became a Wintergirl” Trapped between worlds….Not living and not quiet dead. I had been hurting myself since I was 7 years old. But when mom passed away….I died. The thin threads of girl that were threadbare and thinning snapped. I fell through the cracks of life and have been stuck here ever since. Some lights have shined through…Like the first ray of sun to hit my face after She left me. I saw Him. I never could explain it…or why. But He changed things. But it didn’t last. Nothing ever does…Now, 3 years later, I have graduated high school and broken my last promise to myself. I promised myself that I would no longer self harm after I turned 18. I am 19. And falling further back into the cracks everyday after I fought so hard to see the light near the surface….I had a best friend…First one I had in 8 years. She understood me. We made a promise to be strong for one another. But I failed her. I lie to her with every smile that says ‘I’m strong’ when I am not. I am weak. I am broken. And I still wonder: ‘How far will I fall before I can’t climb out? When will it reach the point where, There isn’t a time after?’