10 years

And now it officially is 10 years. And you know, I'm okay. I'm handling it well, and I am glad that I had 10 more years to be here. Yeah, those 10 years haven't been amazing, but there have been amazing moments, and amazing people. Had I died 10 years ago, I never would have finished high school, never would have gone to college, never would have met my fiance, would never get married, never have children, never have been able to save my cats.

To be fair, I also never would have gotten sick, never would have watched my relationship with my father deteriorate, never would have been disabled, never would have been cheated on, never would have been dumped because I was sick, and never would have had to deal with bad friends: lying to me, feeling like my feelings are a joke, treating me like I was their bitch, being used, and so on.

But in the end, the good far outweigh the bad.