Sempiternal- Depression&mental health

Sempiternal- Depression&mental health

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I've perfected the art of fake smiles, So no one will know when I bleed to death on the bathroom tiles (f.f) Eyes dead, yet she's drowning in sorrow Taking up a blade, there will be no tomorrow (f.f) I'm just a suicidal girl telling others that it isn't the answer. I would say my name is irrelevant, just like my entire existence, but it may appear in the story so; my name is Freya and this is my non fictional story of my ongoing battles with depression, anxiety, paranoia, anorexia, self harm, bullying, suicidal thoughts and insomnia. It is most likely innevitable that my pitiful existence will be ended soon, but I want to know that I have atleast tried to assist others because nothing is more upsetting than seeing beautiful young adults wanting to be dead before their life has begun.
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"I smile everyday. I live my life like nothing is wrong with me. No one would ever guess that I'm screaming inside or that I've secretly been hiding this huge part of my life. No one would ever know that I cry myself to sleep at night or that deep down I'm starving for help." Welcome to Anorexia. Your hostess is Ana. She'll take over from here. Suffering alone inside of your mind from a terrifying mental disorder, is something that even those who battle such a thing every day, cannot fully understand. It's like being alone 24/7 yet it's never quiet inside of your head. You can't stop the voices. You can't control your emotions. As it gets worse, you lose control of your body all together. You become prey to your disease and You can't fight back. That is what it's like for someone who has spent years of their life suffering in silence from an eating disorder. Fighting a monster that you have no chance of beating. It's almost impossible to describe the type of torture that consumes your mind. Hell. It's equivalent to pure hell.

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