There were times I was literally crippled by my depression and anxiety. I wouldn't get out of bed. I wouldn't speak. I would move. I was unable to function at all. I knew I needed help, but I also knew I couldn't ask for it. No one would understand me. I was alone.
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My life in recovery.
PoetryDiagnosed with depression at 11, Anorexia and bulimia at 12, Anxiety at 14, Raped and diagnosed with PTSD at 15. I thought I'd never get better. I thought I wasn't going to make it to 16. Here I am now, 18 years old. ♥️ Still in recovery But ge...
