Sometimes I have a hard time with love. Before this year, I never really felt it. Then I went to train to be a counselor at camp, and everything changed. I felt SO much love, every moment. It was overwhelming. People who didn't know me were praying for me, hugging me, loving me. And it was amazing. And that's really when I felt God's love, too. Before I went, I would think "What does a God who has everything want from me?". When I left that summer, I would say to myself "He wants everything I can give him. He wants my love, my life, my heart, my everything." And that was amazing for me. I love so much now. This year started off with my best friend passing away, my depression worsening, my cutting and bulimia relapsing, and no one was there for me, I thought. Almost exactly a year later, I'm someone else. I'm not going back to how hard it was. I'm safe and free because of love :) love and friends writing and talking about it and community and healing and prayer and God.