ledger house.

okay, so i'm here.

now my story begins on wensday..

i'm stressed to the max and thinking of only one thing "ledger house" i didnt even know what it is, how the heck could they expect me to live there? i was so stressed and dying for a cigarette, yet again tempted, wanted to cut again, but i knew that would just make everything worse. and then my dad then enters and begins to yell at me, i broke down, i fell pretty hard, it was one of those nights thats so dark and miserable that the only thing you can do is hold on.

the next day i went to ledger house. i burst into tears at least 3 times over saying i hate it and didnt want to be there. i then went in my room and sulked for the next 6 hours. around 7pm i finally went out of my room and spent some time with the other kids and staff. theres 2 other boys on my unit, thats it. one is 12 and the other is 13. i learned a bit about them, one of them is in a foster home yet still in contact with his parent so i dunno whats up with that. please pray for them, they're good kids, just so broken..
later that night i finally turned back to God, i read the Bible for a bit and then i just prayed, i shouldnt have let myself fall away like that but i'm not gunna be brought down anymore, yeah i'll fall but i'll always turn back to Jesus. i'm in a much better mood today and i'm trying to make the best of things, i think this could be really good for me, and God is still here with me, he has never let go of me.

and dont be afraid to hold me accountable on this. God is my everything and i'm not gunna let that change.

btw guys.. as of today.. i've been off drugs for 3 months.