I Have Depression, Anxiety, and Self-mutilation Issues

The First Step... She has arrived. Arrived home. The gentle sould led her to what would be her final destination. The girl said that she was nervous and scared to be going into a place where she would be in the hands of someone else. The girl walked through the halls of forever. The air smelt of cotton candy, and the grass was made of feathers. The sky was made of silk, and the sun was made of love. The gentle soul looked into the girl's eyes and said "Welcome home."