My story

It all began on a monday morning at 10:23 October 10th exact my grandma died.Ever since then I’ve been through depression anxiety and self harm and bolemia. I haven’t wanted to die more in my life. I was at my friends house that day i haven’t been to that exact house since. I felt like it was meant to be. I never wanted to go to that house again! All of my friends noticed cuts on my arms bruises red eyes and depression was i was with them. I’ve gotton hate and being told to die and kill myself and im used to it. But sooner or later i will. All I wanted to do since she died was to be with her. She practically raised me and to see her gone, is the worst feeling no one could ever imagine. I currently now have 3 therapists and have expressed my feelings to school counclers friends and outside family therapists. My bestfriends Hannah and Danielle were the only reasons I haven’t left my life. I’d do anything to keep them in my life. They are my inspiration. The last time I have cut was 2 days ago. That was because i missed my friends family and most grandma. But I hope people would understand that im not perfect and neither is my life. My brother most often abuses me and yells at me. He brings me into the path of life I never wanted to go toward. He’s mostly the reason i’ve been suicidal. My mother is barely home to see the abuse. When i was approximately 5/6 I was sexually abused by my bestfriends father. And i haven’t talked to my friend since december and 3 kids have reported to the fbi they have also been sexually abused. He will be going to jail for almost 40 years. And I felt like this was the time to let go and vent on The Suicide Project c: