During college, I was at the lowest of low. My mind feels sluggish. Everyday it’s getting harder and harder to convince myself to get up, to continue. I started cutting then. My mother found out about it. She saw my wrists. She cried and cried and asked why. But she also hurt me with her words “Why are you cutting? What kind of problem could you possibly have? I’m the one who has it hard! I’m the one who should be thinking about suicide!” She and my dad broke up and all me and my siblings went with her. I thought to myself if I’m […]