We moved after my 11th birthday. It traumatized me.. It turned my whole life around. I can't even be alone with anyone without silently freaking the fuck out in my head. I'll remember it every night. I'll hear his breath he use to breathe in my ear. I know it sounds pathetic but when I did I'd get up and I'd cut myself.. Making me bleed this time so I could focus on the blood flowing out of the cuts and the pain it brung then the numb feeling after it. But once the cutting wasn't enough I attempted to kill myself. I took the pills I had and I swallowed them all. I also tried to cut deep enough on my vein. But Obviously that didn't work. The scar healed and its not that noticeable if you glance, but it is if your looking at it. What it's left me was depression. And the paranoid feeling. And the fear of being touched. And the fear of guys...
I'm afraid of both genders. But the fear of guys is larger then the fear of women.
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My story...
Non-FictionI've read many stories like this. So I've decided to tell my story dealing with it. It's a true story. And it haunts me every day. Trigger warning-- THIS CONTAINS SELF HARM AND SUICIDE ATTEMPTS.
