I’ve been depressed, with suicidal thoughts, since I was fifteen, when a boyfriend decided it was time for me to lose my virginity and let his parents get me drunk on champagne to facilitate it. I’ve overdosed, jumped from heights, and cut myself, to the point where my shoulders are covered in hypertrophic scars which look like worms burrowing under my skin. I’ve tried church, and only ended up disappointed when in schismed – and the boyriend who got me into it told me ‘Gad says we shouldn’t be together’ but that it was okay for us to keep sleeping together. I’ve coped with mania, […]