So, my name is Courtney. My friends would tell you that I”m a happy person, always smiling. And I might tell you the same thing, or at least try to. The truth is, I’m depressed. I have been since I was 8 years old. I saw my beloved grandpa die right in front of me. That messed me up badly. Then my dog died. I couldn’t do anything. Then, my grandmother literally went insane and now she wants me dead. The woman who once promised me she would always love me, now tells me that she hates me. Â But things got worse after that. Â I had a guy that I really, really liked reject me. And embarrass me. Â And then a girl that also liked him started spreading mean rumors about me. Pretty soon, the whole school was talking about me. So over Christmas break, I began to cut myself. I secluded myself from everything and everyone, telling myself that I would be just fine on my own. But then I told my parents about what was going on. They’ve been helping me through it, and I haven’t cut in at least two weeks.
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Ãou have very nice parents, I’m glad for you.
I’m glad to hear that you’ve stopped cutting. It’s an awful way of dealing with your emotional pain. Glad to hear that your parents are helping you. Welcome to suicide project Courtney. 🙂
It’s nice of your parents to help you!