When I started secondary school, I was going through a lot, my mother abused me for half of my life and my father was away working...
I had no where to turn so I isolated myself from my friends and I developed manic depression (bipolar) and anxiety.
My depression can come in huge waves, or they can be small. But days where it's bad, I feel numb. I feel as if my life was a lie and every time someone tells me it'll be okay I just look at them and I cry; I know they're lying.
My anxiety is always bad. It always acts up. Whenever I have to go to the shop on my own, I get anxiety. If I even wake up late or stay in bed too long my anxiety goes crazy.
When I was in primary school in year 6 (near the end of year 6 I was 10) I started to self harm. I didn't realise I had depression or anxiety until I was 11 so it was really confusing at the time, but when I first self harmed I didn't think of it as much, but it started to become daily.
Now it's 2018 and I still feel this way but I haven't self harmed in a month now.
I have an amazing family, consisting of my boyfriend (nervousisotope) , my dad, my sister, skyler and my brothers.
My dad doesn't really understand what it's like but I hope he'll learn to understand soon.
Note to self - don't trust anyone.
