In the depths of darkness and in the sea of despair she rose up from a prison she once called home. In the purest of evil she frowned, in the happiest of moments she stood still, motionless but not yet emotionless. Death has called her countless times but even through that she did not die but yet became stronger. Her fate is what determines her future–her fate causes her to struggle to suffer nameless crimes. She does not claim the word “victim” but masters it into her own definition. Survivor. In this world pain and suffering is our middle name. In this world it is not just the essence of evil that claims our pain. It comes in different shapes and forms. It is also its victims that make our pain greater. Mother, father, sister, brother, friend, best friend, acquaintance, lover, stranger. Its power is limitless. We have two options do we choose to BE mastered or TO master?-Jonai Whitehorn
That is a poem I made in the midst of my depression and anxiety. I was diagnosed with “Clinical depression” and “Severe anxiety” over 4 years ago. Since then it has been a battle, attempting suicide more than I can count on both hands. I have struggled with self-harm, and I also have been in and out of hospitals for countless attempts of dying. I inspire to be more than my illnesses I inspire to overcome and be who I inspire to be. Which is a computer hardware engineer. Whether if its for my hospital bills, transportation fees for me getting to therapy, or for my school tuition anything will help.