Well things just got better and better didn't they . Many now I mean a lot of my friends and peers had self harmed we live in a society now where many people are depressed or at least think they are. School became a chore the happiness felt as if it was drained . I had never heard of the phrase self harm before I started bitterne park but from them on it became part of the daily conversation . The hardest part was I couldn't escape it even when I talked to a friend or a family Member who I thought Would never dream of self harming they ended up the same as my friends . I felt lost. While ooving my cousin Izzy she spoke about how she was depressed and kept getting anxiety and panick attacks then came the awful question of have you self harmed . I was afraid I knew the awnser . Yes . I was right sad had cut several times on the arms and on legs this was serious I had to do something . I did . I decided this time it had gone to far not 1 scratch on the wrist millions of deep bleeding cuts the scars were deeper . I was afraid if I let her carry on it would become worse even suicide . I told my dad and he told my aunt I thought izzy would get help. But the opposite happened she now hated me she even said she wanted me to die and never wanted to see my ever again . I got a lot of hate for doing something that was right . I don't regret the choice I made it was for the best she just didn't take it from my point of view. 😭😔
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