me.

A Story by virginia

I am only fifteen. I suffer from bi-polar depression and severe anxiety. I dropped out of high school and am currently homeschooled. I have self harmed for almost four years now… yeah I started at twelve. It’s not something I’m proud of. Nobody who self harms is proud of it. I have even attempted on my own life numerous times. It is hard to get by every day. Within the past six months I have been raped three times. This isn’t easy to write. But I just want to let anyone boy or girl. Man or women that it gets better eventually. It will take time. It will take weeks, months, even years, but it does get better… I refuse to give you some half a*s bullshit about how you’ll get over it. The sad truth is you won’t… this will stick with you for as long as you live. But it’s your choice own how you deal with it. You could let it run your life and constantly be looking over your shoulder or you could let it push you and drive you to make sure it never happens again. No I’m not saying to never let anyone in again. But be careful of who you let in. be cautious be aware. But let me tell you this suicide is NOT the answer. Killing yourself will not do anyone good. It will make things worse. Maybe not for you considering you’ll be dead. But for your parents, friends, loved ones. Even if you don’t know it there are people that care for your well being. If for nothing else stay alive for them.