This is my story or just a part of it.
I hope you can understand me because my english is too bad,but I need to talk (in a strange way) about it.
I want to die since I have ten years,and I’m nineteen.
Nine years spending my days thinking about my suicide, thinking why I’m still here,wondering why is so difficult for me to die when is too easy for people who,actually, don’t want to die.
self-harming, anorexia, bulimia, pills;also I tried to have an “accident” crossing the street.
And I’m still here,hating me.
My scars are going away, but the pain is here,inside.
I went to a lot of “professionals”,who said to me that is something that every adolescent think.
I’m tired of people who thinks that because they studied in a university and have a paper to prove it,also think that can change my way to think or live.
They aren’t inside of my head to feel how is being me.
I’m trying to get out of self-harming for my girl,but Ana will be the rest of my days telling me I’m fat,and the voice of my head -which is stronger than external voices- will be saying me I’m a deception for all the people who cares about me.
The bad voices are not the voices of the people,the worst voice is inside of our head.
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No one can change you but you. Its cliche but true. Despite what an MD or PhD May think, that know how others think your mind works.