I think I should
share my story, not for sympathy or attention, but to show life
does get better.
I've never grown up
in stabble house hold. My parents argued since the day I was
born. But it was just agruing, there was physical abuse included
also. I still remember the first time I've ever seen my dad
hit my mother and I was only 3. By the age of 4, I was diagnoised
with leukemia, but I servived. Once they had told my parents the
leukemia was cured, they got into their old habits again of
physically abusing eachother. When I was 5, I finally started
kindergarten. I thought it would be the most amazing time, until
I started getting bullied. No one would talk to me, so I just sat
alone and talked to my sutffed animal while everyone stared and
called me a "freak". That went on until second grade, I
finally made friends, as so I thought so, but truthfully they
were just talking behind my back and used me to do their work.
Back at home, things just contined to get worse. My parents
started abusing me to take out frustration. I soon started to
believe I deserved it. Soon it was 2008, One day I was walking
around my old neighbourhood, I was kidnapped and sexually abused.
After two weeks of myself missing, I was finally found. Few
months after, my dad was aressted for 2 years. I thought when he
came back things would get better, but they only got worse. After
a while, both my parents both tried to kill themselves, and
I've witnessed it. About a year after my parents
announced we were moving. I thought it would be amazing to start
a new school, but I thought wrong, once again. I was hated by so
many people, even those who barley knew my name. Soon the year
was finally over and I moved on to the next grade. I was sent
death threats everyday, even from stranger. Rumors spread around.
At home thing weren't getting much better either, only worse.
One night, my dad came home and started beating me worse than
ever. By the end I was sent to the hospital for 3 broken ribs. A
year after, I was diagnoised with major depression,
schizophrenia, anexity, and personality disorder. I am not proud
of having any of these disorders, only embarrased. Soon I've
grown addicted to selfharming, I thought of it as an escape.
Later on, finally was this year 2013, was the first time I
attempted suicide and succeced. I was held in the hospital for a
month. But you know what? after all that. I can actually say
I'm happy. Even though this year also had it's rough
patches, I got through it. I'm so thankful, I didn't take
my life because I wouldn't have met all these wonderful
people in my life, I wouldn't be in the amazing relationship
I am in now, I wouldnt have met the band that saved my life, and
most all I wouldn't know what it feels like to be happy. Yes,
I still struggle, but doesn't everyone?
Stay Strong.
Bubbles:-)* · 1 decade ago
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I'm so sorry. I hope you get better, and your life improves. Its important to saty positive,and dont let anyone bring you down. your worth more than that. :) Chin up.