Early 2015 I tried to take my own life. Between mid-2015 to early 2016 was an even more difficult time for me. I had gotten mixed up with a man with Narcissistic personality Disorder. Furthermore, being treated as a pariah by people was an isolating experience. As tremulous as it was, I began to turn my life around. During that time I worked at a climbing gym and increasingly became more interested in the sport. I then fell in love. For the first time from adolescence to young adulthood I had found an activity that I actually wanted to do. I got stronger, internally confident and competitive with myself. Late 2015 I broke my ankle bouldering. I was in a hindered for 3 months. I had only really just discovered climbing as an approach to let off frustration, to tolerate my situation and as a means to feel good about myself. I still allowed the man with Narcissistic Personality Disorder access to my life. Luckily I had a lot of time to think, and climb one legged on a top rope. Not long after this, I managed to find a way to remove a lot of toxicity. Since then, with a few exceptions, it's been climbing, the genuine people I've met, this blog and I.