I was the kind of kid that would start conversations with complete strangers, would purposefully wear mismatched clothes and bright socks, would say whatever was on my mind, would argue about everything and always ask “why”, would sing and dance in public, would wrestle with teenage boys, would roll around in mud or sand without thinking about the mess, would smash a birthday cake into my face, would try anything new, would eat whatever and how ever much I wanted, would laugh at the girls who cared how they looked or what anyone thought about them, would run until I collapsed, would scream my lungs out, and would live life to the fullest. No anxiety holding me back, no depression keeping me down, no filter, no evil little voice in my head. I was just me. And I was awesome.

Some things can never go back to the way they were.

It’s been almost seven years since little Sarah was killed. I think it’s time she was given a second life.

I’m almost back.