Half of a Heartbeat

 My name is Rebeckah. I am 18 years
young, and in love with life and God.

I have survived sixteen suicide attempts. Sixteen. I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder, and was hospitalized for suicidal tendencies.

My depression used to define me. I let it drive me; it made me who I am. But now, I'm working on being more than who I am.

Who am I without depression's definition?

I am an optimistic
realist. Therefore, I also describe
myself as a walking paradox.
I love photography. In fact, I have my own business.
I am addicted to beautiful things.
Stana Katic is my hero.
The beach is home. So is New York
City.
I love belonging to a fandom. Castlee, for the win, yo. (And NCIS. And Bones. And Grey's. Rookie Blue. And, yeah. But Castle takes it all.)
I love coffee. Mostly Starbucks.
(Grande skim latte with two pumps of
sugar-free vanilla. What else?)
I love playing my guitar, and writing
music.
I love anything vintage.
I love cultures and diversity.
I am addicted to symbolism. In
literature, TV, movies... everything.
And I love to love anything and
everything. And that's who I am. Any
questions? (:
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