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Resilience
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Ongoing, First published Sep 12, 2014
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My name is Amy, I'm now 16 although this diary starts when I was 15. I started writing this diary as an outlet for my thoughts and struggles with depression, self-harm and an eating disorder. May sound clichéd that I'm experiencing these things as a teenage girl but it shouldn't be clichéd because these things shouldn't happen to anyone. This tells the story of events leading up to and my first admission to inpatient.

We all need resilience to survive.
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When an imaginative person develops an illness, dreams can be a way of escape. Tales of make-believe and fantasy get mixed up with twisted reality, and sometimes it's hard to tell what's real and what's fake. This is a collection of true diary passages, poems and stories taken from the journal of a teenager with mental illness. Hopefully this might help spread awareness, or make someone realise that they're not alone with how they're feeling. Caution: Talk of suicide, self harm, death, assault and abuse ahead! May be triggering to some!