I I will tell you my story on how all of this started. When I was in the 7th grade, a teacher wanted to talk to me after school. She told me that I was worthless and that I was never going to get anywhere in life. Crazy, I know.
Anyway, I went home cried and found a razor from a pencil sharpener. I cut myself and I felt better. I did this for every little problem I had. I soon noticed that I was addicted. My parents found out and my mom took me to counseling. I was soon diagnosed with MDD (Major Depressive Disorder).
Even though I haven't overcome my illness, I'm still fighting each and every day.
What I am trying to say is stay strong; you WILL get through this. Do you know why?
I believe in you; I believe you are worth it, and beautiful and smart. Even though I don't know you, I love you. So every time you pick up that razor, lighter, or whatever you use, think, this person loves me, they are fighting for me and I am fighting for him/her. You'll make it. :)
NOTE: I GOT THIS LETTER FROM A LOVE LETTER CAMPAIGN ILL PUT THE LINK TO IT HERE http://www.theloveletterproject.ca/depression/people-who-suffer-with-self-harm-and-depression/
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Sorry Not Sorry
RandomThis is not a story for people . These are my views on life . This is what I think feel free to agree or disagree with me but I could care less . I'll post what I think and I'd be happy to make a post on what you guys comment :) Sorry not sorry
