About three years ago, I was in a horrible place.
Dad died, lost my job, no money. Was begining to really think just killing myself would be the best thing for myself and everyone I knew, but I was too scared.
A friend was letting me crash at their apartment for a few weeks, hoping I would get back on my feet soon enough.
One night, I was scrolling through Netflix, looking for something I hadn't watched before, and I saw Trolls.
I think to myself, "God, this is probably really shitty.", but the artstyle looked nice enough.
By the end of the opening song, I was absolutely enamored with Poppy.
Her upbeat outlook, her adorable personality and beautiful voice. And surely I can't be the only one to think she's fucking cute.
As I watched, I just fell for her more and more. She was a goofy, spunky trickster, and had a bubbly sense of humor. And she never lost faith in what she believed in.
By the end of this silly film, I just felt happy. The first time I had felt happy in a long, long time. I watched it another two times that night.
I've got a new job now, an actual office job and I have my own place to live again.
And I have this pink treasure to thank for picking me up when I needed it most, and I'll forever love her for that.