I'm Elina. I'm 14 years old. I have breast cancer and have recently been diagnosed with depression. They used "medical terms" which just sounds like a load of bullshit to make them look smart. I have started to cut and it has been becoming progressively worse every time.
When I was in seventh grade my mom found out about my cutting. She took me to a hospital. Pills. She found out about it again. More pills. The medicine didn't help and just made it worse.
Doctors have always just gave me medicine. I need it for the cancer but emotions? They seemed like they thought they new everything. But medicine doesn't help.
The people don't help either. I'm called ugly, fat, stupid, ect. But the doctors just give me pills. And the people call me worse things. More pills. I was up to 300 pills a day.
I woke up and couldn't breath. I had liquid form In my lung from the pills. More pills. Never enough pills. The doctors wanted to fill me with any pill the can.
In September I attempted suicide. My mom found me and brought me to the hospital. More pills. The pills were unbearable. If felt like my gut was being stabbed. I was in serious pain.
