Oh hi guys CX. Nice to see you reading this. I just want to say, the fact that this story has almost 3000 reads is fucking awesome and I dig you guys XD. Now onto my life and stuff.
"Emma": She is still a great friend of mine. We don't nearly talk as much as we use to, and that breaks my heart. But she will still has a special place on my friends list, and vice versa (I hope).
"Katrina": I talked about her doing a complete 180, and she kept it up. I consider her my best friend again and we have been friends for 8 years c:. Pretty solid haha.
"Samantha": Now, I reread my previous update, and I gave "Samantha" a lot of shit. I was still infuriated with her and I refused to let that go, and that VERY unhealthy. I don't know exactly when it happened, but I let it go. I don't hate her anymore, in fact I chose to talk to her sometimes and I often make her laugh. I have to believe that what happened in 5th grade was just elementary school drama and maybe she was needing some attention. She clearly grew from that part of her life, and she seems MUCH nicer than she was in 5th grade.Now for the serious stuff...For the whole mental illness shit.
Since the last update, I have had many a breakdowns and relapses. My days have fluctuated from amazing to fucking terrible. Once my therapist recommend antidepressant pills and my mom refused them. But since then..the bad days are becoming less bad. I'm finally finding things about myself I like and finding things I love to do. I'm becoming involved again. Somewhere along the way I became more girly XD don't know when that happened. I laugh more, I make people laugh more. I'm enjoying life more, when I was in period where I didn't even want to live it. Bad days do happen, and when they're bad, they're BAD. But, they don't happen nearly as much, and it's not worth selfharming over. BTW I don't even know how many days clean I am anymore. Probably more than a year I hope 0.0. I stopped keeping track, because I don't need a number like 547 days or something to prove to me how much I have changed and progressed for the better. I know I'm okay, I don't need a number to say that for me c:Sooo, I might have or might have not seen Demi Live twice last year.....I might have been the best nights of my life...but I'll never tell c;. For real though, Demi has only became more inspiring to me. When she was 3 years clean I was so excited for her! Demi is still my life, and she is still one of my favorite people in the entire world.
Let me know if you guys want another Update chapter in the future..but for now, if I want you to take one thing from the update chapter, take this:
You read the story of me, the moment that triggered me to start self harming when I was 11. I'm now 15..and you can even read the difference in me. Depression will always be a lingering being trying to destroy your hard work to not need it anymore, and scars may or may not fade. But this, right now, is your life, don't let anything control you and have you waste your precious time away. You don't need those shit friends, you don't need depression, or selfharm, or selfhatred, or anything destructive in your life. You can change the world; you can be a Demi for someone like me, and save their life. You can be happy. You will be happy. Never stop fighting. This is your life, not depression's, so kick it in the ass and give it a middle finger because you deserve so much better.Thanks
Lovatic ❤️
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A Story of a girl saved by Demi Lovato
Short StoryA true story, not fanfiction. My story in how I survived the worst point in my life with Demi to guide me