my memory escapes me from about the age of 12 and before. my mom said that i was happy.
from then until i was 22 (i am 24 now) i expected to die any day. like so many others, i hated myself, my family, and life in general. nothing ever worked out, i didn’t know who i was and even my friends’ lives were being taken all around me. I indulged in drugs and alcohol to escape feeling, cut myself when i had to, and distanced myself from any emotion. it wasn’t life.
after attempting suicide twice i went through the motions of high school […]
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