Her Darkest Hours

At eight years old someone stole my future out from under me. At thirteen I began hurdling for a cliff, and by the time I was fifteen, I had fallen off of it. I was born, and bred to be a strong girl who could handle anything. I was told I had to be okay, all the time. Conclusion? I broke. I caved. I couldn't cope. Self-harm became inevitable. Drugs became my safe place. Sex? It became my idol. Yet, the people who told me I had to be okay, never saw. The people who I was trying to be okay for, never noticed. I am Elizabeth Muller, and this is my story.