I'll Be Okay: Depression, Self Harm etc. Recovery Book

I'll Be Okay: Depression, Self Harm etc. Recovery Book

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So here is the long-awaited (kind of) sequel to my quotes book "I'm Not Okay". This is a recovery book, a mixture of personal anecdotes, advice and general chatter on the subject of recovery from depression, self harm, anxiety, eating disorders etc. Enjoy! Disclaimer: Everyone is different, what helps me may be completely useless to someone else. This book is simply the steps I believe will help and what helped me. I'm 100% open to contributions and advice, so if you have any tips and tricks that you want to share, please do. Either message me and I'll include it in the book or add it in the comments. P.S. please remember my inbox is always open, so if you need anything, whether it be advice, someone to rant to, or just fancy a chat (literally whatever), please come talk to me. I love talking to you guys!
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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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