My story

Since I can remember I have struggled with anxiety and depression. Be bullied and sexually assaulted countless times by many different people didn't help. I had no friends and I felt unloved by my family. It took years and covid for me to see myself in a different light. Not the broken girl or the "fat" girl. I now see myself as something beautiful. Now I may feel like that but every day I have this voice that tells me it's time to end it. That voice can be louder somedays rather than others. For instance, I have had two mental breakdowns in less than a year. I have been in front of a knife questioning whether or not I should die and that was in January. It's a struggle to not listen to the voice sometimes but now is different than when I was younger. Now I have people that I know love me and care about me. And every time I hear that voice I try to remember those and remember the people who I have yet to meet just like them.