Welcome to my Life

Part 2 of hell

Hold up now-we are just getting started!

Over a few years-things are the same-

family dropping like flies from drug overdose and murder. Same as any other family. Anyways-while nearly my entire family is still shiz, when I turned 8, my mom and dad decided to get better. We started going to church and all that. (This year, my mom and dad is to reach 6 years clean from drugs. 😊)

anyways-other than a few deaths and other family-things were good for about 2 years. Bullying progressed, but I was used to it, told to kill myself on the daily, sexually harassed by kids at school. Anything ya get from being a girl at public school.

Fast forward to age 10. Therapists and psychiatrists.
I apparently have a bundle of insomnia, ptsd, clinical depression, anxiety, and adhd. Fun.

Age 11, drunk/high Uncle breaks in house. He was really bad the night before, and tried to shoot himself in front of his 8 year old daughter, 4 month old son, and fiancé.

We had to take my grandma, and the aunt and cousins to a friends house that night to avoid trying hurt. We decide to go back to our house the next morning all together. Big mistake. While my mom, and aunt were out to get him put into a hospital by court, he decided to pay a visit. Goes to my room, and bangs on the window. I was the only person in possession of a phone when he shattered my window. My grandmother stalled him, while my little brother was hiding under the bed, and my little cousin was hiding in the bathroom in the back of the house. I called the police. He was taken before he could harm us (keep in mind this guy was a drug dealer, and was an illegal wrestler for drugs).

And my high grandpa bails him out of jail a day later bc he is a daddy's boy. Not like grandpa abused him most of his life or anything.

I self harmed for a few months.

Nearly attempted suicide 4 times. Note written out and everything.

If it wasn't for a friend of mine, i would be dead by now.

disclaimer:
This is merely a diary of my lifetime. It will update, to give more information involving my life. I am not to give any accurate names/places due to having no faith in humanity, and fear bc I have overwhelming anxiety. I don't care if you read or not. I just need to put my story out there bc I find it as a sense of relief. Please don't be hateful or compare my life to others. This is merely a vent, and I hope everyone who does actually read this crap stays respectful.

Yeet.

Enjoy this sweet taste of my depression