Three times I felt like I needed to end my life.
Three times I felt like I couldn't keep going.
Three times I felt flawed.
Three times I looked myself in the eyes and found enough fire to keep fighting.
Three times I looked over my life and thought of all the amazing things I have done.
Three times I felt flawless.
A superstitious person might tell you that bad luck comes in threes.
I can tell you the opposite.
After each time I attempted to end my life, I became something.
I became a survivor.
I became stronger and stronger with each attempt.
I became flawless.
Each survival was a fresh start.
I had been given another chance to change my life.
I could be flawless once again.