8 years.
2920 days.
And still counting.
How did I let it get this far? This is my story. About how I got to where I am. How my mental health got destroyed. How I coped with emotions. How I damaged my body. How I survived the bad days. How I got through hospitals. How I lost and gained friends. How I hurt people around me. How I failed to get better for 8 years. How I'm still living. How. I'm. Not. Dead.
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I am now 20 years old. I'm diagnosed with sever depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, self-harm and anorexia. If any of those things will trigger you, please stop reading. Do it for your mental health.
This story will contain numbers, descriptions of self-harm in any form and suicide. So again I'm warning you. Don't read if you know, this will only harm you.
Like I said, this is a real story. My story. Please don't use any of this for inspiration. Don't come after me. If you don't like it, stop reading. It's that simple.
One last time before I start. TRIGGER WARNING.
YOU ARE READING
REAL FACE
NonfiksiI will tell you the worst years of my life. Worst struggles, worst people, worst situations, worst places. Everything is from my last years of living. Hope this will help some people not to feel all alone in their struggles.
