When I was just twelve years old I was diagnosed with Anxiety, When I was just 13 years old I was diagnosed with depression. Every year it got worse. When I was 15 I had attempted suicide and 24 hours later I finally told someone I took an overdose, I went to the hospital they had told me I would have been dead within the next few hours.
I was in hospital for 4 days and it was a terrible experience. I had an IV reversal drip in and getting blood test done every day by the nurses. I saw how hurt my family was, but I clearly did not think they would have cared but they did. I am now 17 and still deal with mental health not just the anxiety and depression but PTSD now too. My family make me feel like I do not exist. I hate feeling alone as if nobody could care if I was to be gone.