No matter how hard I try, the world falls around me. Ever since I was little it seems that everything I care about is ripped away in the worst way.
At 4 I lost my mom to her depression, at 5 I lost all my possessions in a fire, at 6 I almost lost my dad to mental illness but luckily he pulled through. Things went okay after that, for a while.
At 14 I lost my virginity (sexual assault).
Then I began to self harm. And do should drugs. And I've smoked cigarettes since I was 13.
But things eventually do get better.
Here I am today, 20 years old, an 18 month old son and engaged. I've been drug free for two years and self harm free for 3. I quit smoking this week and I'm just holding onto the hope that I can be strong enough to keep free of my demons.
I suffer from PTSD, generalized anxiety disorder, social anxiety disorder, depression and misophonia.
Today I am stronger than yesterday.
Thank you for reading xo.