When I was younger, I had an abusive dad. I barely got abused tho, for my sister, mom and brother got it worst, because my brother wasn’t his son and he didn’t believe my sister was his daughter because she called the cops on him multiple times. I still had guilt, like I could’ve done something but I just sat there crying. I had a friend, even tho we were toxic and our friendship sucks, she was still by my side no matter what. In grade 5, I started self harming. But, I was just sad not depressed. Grade 6, I understood the feeling of depression. It was hard to trust people. I cutted more deep. I didn’t wanna get up. My room was my cave... but right when grade 7 was gonna start, she died. Everyone said it was sickness, but I don’t believe it. Grade 7, I got worse. I cutted so deep because I never understood her pain. I miss her. And I said and planned my death, my suicide will be soon, but I’m getting better. But idk if I should still do it..
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