A Cry For Help

Mystery Girl - Where to start? January?

It's told to be that; 

The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets. The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears, and the kindest hearts have felt the most pain.

Hi, 

I'm a 15-year-old girl with an unstable life, and this is my story.

What's new right? a little ol' sad 15-year-old girl.... there's no originality in that...

I'm different. and THIS is MY story to tell and share...

Whelp. Where... to... start...

Let's start in the middle- because it's too hard from the beginning. 

Earlier this year I went to the doctors to see if I had an extremely bad health condition. Later on, they were uncertain and said I should redo the tests in a month - or so... Which never happened because of my mother (it comes later in this chapter). They also said that at this point in time I also had a precursor to depression and some other health conditions that can develop beforehand, which I had symptoms of... and that those things could lead to worse. I'm showing physical symptoms (the early signs) and the doctors said that I need to reduce my stress levels asap - or things would go south very quick... (My parents split up quite a while back and I was a baby) but when I returned back to my mum's, she had a fit. Saying that I was stupid and that the doctors don't know shit and their stupid and wrong and how I shouldn't have gone to the doctors in the first place (keep in mind, she didn't even have to pay the thousands it cost to see the doctor.) She continued to say that I shouldn't have got the test done and it was all a load of crap... 

When I was meeting up with her best friend (A family friend of both families) and was talking to her about how life had gone so wrong and how I wasn't feeling well and told her everything - she had studied some areas of my health issues for example - my mental health, my physical health my symptoms of an extreme health condition and she has had personal experience with that same health condition and she became really worried. 

So, I talked it over with my real Dad and my step mum (who are supportive) and that is how I got to the doctors. 

Eventually, I started to cut, and no one in my life even noticed... I had restrained hurting myself for 8 weeks and had given in. I couldn't take it any longer when I returned to my mum's house. 

I ended up telling her how I was suicidal and how I started to cut again (I cut and was suicidal at the age of 7 that's a story for another time, but my parents never knew.) She showed no emotion and didn't care, and didn't do anything about it - even still to this day. I continued to tell her and I was ignored. I continued to tell her and I was brushed away. I continued to tell her and all she did was ignore my cry for help. Ignore me. Ignore my need for support. Ignore the help I need. Ignore me, my feelings and my actions. She didn't even care... 

When she told my stepdad on a phone call... she belittled it- made it sound as it was OK for me to hurt myself, as if it WAS OK to make plans such as the top 5 ways to end my life and how I would settle and tie all my lose ends. She belittled it, and me alongside it. and my so call step "dad" you ask? He didn't even send a text to me, asking if I was ok, how was school? or even if to text me the word "Hi" or "Hello" or even the simplest "Hey".    I reached out for help and was belittled, I reached out for help... and I was ignored and when DOCTORS said that this was coming and other things - I was put aside and it was called bullshit.

I reach out for help, and no one was there to care...

~To Be Continued~

Mystery Girl.

If you can help me, 

Please email me: mysteriousgirl1215@gmail.com 

(it's a real email) send through solutions and you're own stories or experiences...