I had this post open for almost a hour before starting typing. I thought long and hard about what I was like at 16, what was most important to me 8 years ago. What I was doing, where I was, how life was for me.
I was completing my GCSEs. I was living in a new house. I spent alot of my week travelling to and from school. I think at this point I was hating school. Kids were horrible and once one rumour ended, another began. I had a tiny group of friends. But I worked hard. Very hard.
I would tell myself that it does get better. That what happened to me back then helped me get away from everyone I hated. That the next 6 years of my life were going to be amazing. I would do so much more than I ever thought possible. I would say things and get involved things I hadn’t even contemplated before.
It was okay to be sad that things were tough. That they would get better and worse. That I was going to be tested many many times after finishing school. I would experience the scariest things. But I would come out the other side thankful.
None of it was a waste of time. None of it was pointless.