Last year, the week before Christmas, I spent hiding at Aunty Liz's house. I was hiding from my family problems. I couldn't face them. I couldn't face anyone. So I fought back the tears and tried my hardest to kept up my strong front.

That was a year ago.

During that week I got told that it was alright to feel. It was alright to not be strong all the time. For the first time, I was able to just let it all out. I finally had people I could trust.

Ever since then, I've been a changed person. Not that scared girl. That quiet girl at the back of the room. That girl who tries to please everyone.

Ever since then, I've started to find out who I am.

A year ago, I wouldn't have thought that this is where I would be in my life.

Things are a lot different now, and that's good. Things are better, happier. So many good things have come out of what has happened. But with the good, comes the bad. That's part of it, I guess.

But looking back, there isn't much that I would change. I'm liking finding me. My mum is happy.

Things are good.
And we deserve it.