Small Town, Oregon
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Ongoing, First published Jan 08, 2016
Hi, my name is Alex. I hide behind my smile, some makeup, and my fame from sports. But now I have health issues, no more sports for me. At least not for a while. I am what some people might call depressed, that isn't the word I would use though. I fight battles everyday. I'm fighting against myself. And I have the scars to prove it. I live in "Small Town, Oregon". Also known as hell. Don't get me wrong I have a few amazing friends, a great boyfriend, but my past haunts me. And when I fail at suicide, then get caught (that's the key to all of this, I got caught) My family begin to see that I have a problem. As any family would, mine tries to help. Except they make it worse. This is my story of how I recovered.
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