Drum roll please!?!

Here it is. The great reveal. 
Ever since finding out about this 5k run, I managed to get in contact with a lady who lost her daughter in 1997, her name is Karyl, her daughters name, is Arlyn. She has the same belief as me. 
They should NEVER be forgotten. Even if it's too late to show them that they were our world now, it doesn't make it too late to show everyone who's still here, fighting these demons, that they are also a huge light in our lives. && Without them, were simply existing... 

Anyways, Taylors name && picture, will be displayed && read aloud, along with 800 other names of the souls that chose to leave, on a wall in Nashville. 
There will be a virtual reading since the numbers for covid have yet again, rose.... 🙄

I will be there, I'm sure my parents will... If you want to attend, let me know, I'll shoot you the email once I myself receive it. 🖤
But, if anyone out there, or even if it's yourself, are in a dark place, or you're worried about someone. Reach out. 
My biggest regret in life, was seeing every single sign from my sister, && not hearing her when she said she was fine... 
I myself, have some of the same mental ((if not all the same)) mental issues that you do. (You, the one reading this right now).

Reach out. Because you're not alone. I know you feel you're alone, but it's all the demons trying to bring you down. That's it. 
We have to live for Taylor. We have to love for her. 
We have to keep fucking fighting && push to live a life I know she'd be damn well proud of. 

We're going to end the stigma on mental health. 
It has to end here.... 
Because I don't wish this pain on anyone. Ever. 


I love you sister. 
I miss you. 
I really hope you're proud. 



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