Hi, my name is Sydney, and this is my story.
I'm almost 18, but it all began around seventh grade. I started to be in crippling pain all the time. I would cut, starve, and purge because I hated my body so much.
It took years, but I was finally diagnosed with something called Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome Type 3. It basically means my body is falling apart at the seams. I have to be in a wheelchair sometimes, and by the time I'm middle aged, I'll be wheelchair bound. When I found this out, I attempted my first suicide attempt. I cut so deep that I could see white muscle tissue. But it wasn't deep enough. I still suffer with EDS, bulimia, and self-harm. I've been diagnosed with psychotic depression since I sometimes have hallucinations. I smoke a lot now, since I'm trying to stop cutting. But one way or another, I'm moving towards the end of my life.
I hope some people can draw hope knowing that their life has infinite possibilities. Run while you can. Run as fast as you can till your out of breath. Live a little, for me. That's my story. Stay strong. <3
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