If it weren’t for the Backstreet Boys, I would probably be dead.
Some days, like today, I’ve thought about just ending it all. That would be the easiest way to get past everything, right? Everything that’s gone wrong in your life. It would all just go away.
I don’t handle stress very well at all. I freak out. The past 10 days have been nothing but stress.
And then a song comes on your phone (because you’re listening to music, and it makes you smile.
It made me feel better, at least for a little while.
This year has been one of the hardest years I’ve had in the past 19 years. My life changed in more ways than one and it hasn’t been easy. In fact, I’ll be glad when 2015 is over. January 1, 2016 can not come quick enough for me.
This year has a sucked in a lot of ways. Changing jobs not once, but twice. Building back up my self-confidence that my old job knocked down, even though it’s not fully recovered. Finding out I had fibromyalgia. Getting so sick with a migraine, I was in the ER twice in two days. My mom passing out and I didn’t know whether she would wake up. Now getting in a wreck.
It’s shocking that I made it through all of that so far. It’s even more shocking that I made it through all that without a Backstreet Boys concert.
Granted, I’ve had the fact that I’m going on the European cruise as a pushing point, but still.
They keep me sane when I’m losing my mind. It might sound drastic. But it’s not. A lot of people might not understand it, but the Backstreet Boys introduced me to happiness, to my best friends and made me finally feel like I belong in the world.
A boy band saves my life everyday.