I wasn't going to post about this, but I need other people to listen. Today I got a memorial tattoo, one I should not have ever had to get. My younger sister lost her battle with depression in April, and she was seventeen. It was the day after prom. I cannot tell you how distraught and broken I have been because of this.
I have struggled with depression myself, and now I find myself on the other side of the coin, as a grieving sister. I have had thoughts that whispered that if I was gone, not one person would care. But I want anyone struggling to listen to me, please. There are people that care that you may not even realize do, but most of all your family, chosen or otherwise does care.
It's so accurate that your legacy isn't what you said wrong in that one conversation, or even what you screwed up on. Every day I hear people remember my sister as a kind girl, whose laugh was infectious. Hell, we were sisters, we had our fair share of fights and arguments, but that's not what I remember. Your legacy is what you have done, the kindness you have put into the world, and your laughter. And if you stumbled on this, then this is your sign that someone in the ether cares.
This is also a sign to find help. Speak to someone you trust, and to know that you are loved. Because in this hurting heart of mine, know that the love I cannot share with my sister anymore goes out to you. Because you are beautiful, wonderful, amazing, and worth every second that you grace us with your presence.
