They told me growing up was going to be hard; but I didn't know it'd be this hard. I'm going into debt trying to make something of the life I didn't ask for.
I don't want to be an adult.
My boyfriend says I don't have a choice,
But I do. I don't have to be alive. I can take my life any moment I want.
But I'm holding on.
Although the sweet thought of suicide sounds so peaceful, I'm holding on for him. For me. For us. I'm holding on in hopes it will get better.
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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...
