I still remember as a 4 year old girl standing in the mirror. I sucked in my stomach, and placed my hand there. I kept wondering how great it would feel to be like that. My father is the one to make me like that. Living with my father was hell, when he would come home my brothers and I hid somewhere, we knew he was drunk or high. Eventually he would find one of us, and abuse us. I was placed in boxing so I could defend myself, he would have me run miles and miles, if I puked he made me keep going. He over worked me, he killed me. He made me throw up at 5 years old because 40 pounds was “over weight.” He called me ugly, worthless, fat, stupid, and a disgrace as his child. I couldn’t take it anymore at the age of 6, I began to cut myself, I was in depression, I was anorexia. It kept going until 6th grade hit, we got away from my father, but I was in depression. I stopped being anorexia, but I got fat. I wouldn’t speak to anyone, I never smiled, I never laughed, I was not like most 6th grade girls. Finally the summer hit and I realized it was time to make a change. I starved myself, and worked out all the time. I went from 150 pounds to 90 pounds. I was suicidal and I still cut. Today I lost even more weight, I am 16 years old and I weigh 95 pounds. I am bulimia, and I still cut. People tell me I am beautiful, but in the inside I still remember being bullied in school, and at home. Their voices haunt me every night I keep debating if I should just walk in my closet and hang myself, maybe shoot myself, or just overdose on pills. My family is what is keeping me strong, but I just can’t take it still. My past is eating me alive, it is haunting me, it is making me want to do things I shouldn’t be doing, I should be having fun but instead I keep hiding depression.
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Is there an adult in your life who you can trust? If so, please go to that person and tell them what you wrote here. Or just show it to them. Tell them that your pain is real and that you need some help. If they say you are being dramatic, tell them that a mom whose son was the LAST person in the world that anyone would think would kill himself, did, in fact, kill himself. Tell them that this mom is begging them to listen to you and help you, so you can be saved and they can save themselves from the pain of losing you. BTW, I did not ignore my son at all. We spoke openly, but I did not understand how low he had gotten. Please don;t let yourself get there. Please get help. Can you do that?
@ Lostmybeautifulson, sorry that happened to you 🙁
First thing you need to understand is that you are not a weak or inadequate person because of these feelings in any way. No person who was raised in such a toxic manner from such a young age would be able to avoid having serious, serious damage. So your trials aren’t your fault or due to anything inherently fucked up about you, they result from having a father who was a psychotic ****.
You’re 16 and people tell you you’re beautiful, so you’re young, pretty, have tons of opportunity in your future. Sounds like you have the potential to come out of this a very strong person. I wish you the best, and I believe brighter days are in your future. Maybe not until you go to college, but I believe that they are there. Best wishes.