Define Family

Define Family

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Fam·i·ly \ˈfam-lē, ˈfa-mə-\ noun 1. A group of people who share the same blood lines, and ancestors. To me that definition means nothing. Family is who us there for you at the end of the day, no matter what you go through. The ones who stay with you through the dark over thinking nights. The people who support you with everything just to make you happy. The people who show you unconditional love even when they're mad at you. The kind of people who believe in you. The people in you're life who just genuinely care and take the time to show you. The people who stick up for you, even if you're the one wrong. To me blood lines have nothing to do with family. The definition of family is overrated. I'm a 15 year old girl turning 16 in less than a month with no love towards half the people I share the same blood with. I suffer from major depression, severe anxiety, suicidal thoughts or related actions, ADD, ADHD, self medicating the pain and self harm. As well as dealing with horrible self consciousness, absolutely no confidence and barely any self esteem or motivation to keep going. I have been through a life's worth of pain mentally, emotionally, and physically. Whoever happens to be reading this at this given time.. who suffers from the same things as me, listen to me for a little bit. Someone had ruined that trust you could've given out, someone had ruined you're childhood memories with the horrifying truth as to what the world really was. Someone had come around pretending to love you and then played you like hopscotch.. jumping one way to the next on you're kind heart, and all you're innocent loving feelings towards that person. You didn't deserve it, yet again neither did I. I thought no one loved me at some point in my life, I thought my life wasn't worth living. I thought everyone would be better off without me. That was until I found out I wasn't the only one feeling this way. My name is Cheyenne, and this is my story.
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