When I was 10 I started to think badly about myself and started to hate myself. I stopped eating becasue I saw myself as fat and ugly and I wish this apon nobody.
At the age of 10 I took the razor out of a sharpener and cut myself until I was bleeding. I knew it was wrong but It felt so right.
When I was 12 I kept hurting myself and when I got into s3 someone went to my teacher and told them I cut myself. I denied it and told him I didn't and he believed me.
But as I got into s4 I realized this isn't right and I need help. I reached out to my pupil support teacher and told her everything. She called my mum and ofcourse when I went home I got yelled at. I started talking to different teachers and now I get teacher attachments and I hate it.
I still don't like myself but I'm slowly getting there with self harm and I am 22 days clean. I'm finding it hard as I was so used to going home after a bad day and hurting myself and not eating until I passed out but I've got myself out of this habit and I finally feel like im beating this.
Until the 19th Feb. 2023. I tried to overdose.
I want everyone out there reading this to know that you are not alone and I'm always here to talk to. If you want you can add my snap and I'll add you back. We can talk about anything and we can just do daily check ins if you want. I'm so proud of you. Ily <3
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General Fictionthis is a story about my mental health journey and what I have done to ask out and get the help I need whilst being in a toxic household.
