I don’t want to look like I need attention or sympathy or whatever…I just need to relieve my thoughts. And share my progress.
I feel like a bad person all the time.
Like I don’t deserve to live, to be born or to have friends.
I was diagnosed with depression at age twelve. At the time I was too strict on myself and I still am. I’ve lived with anxiety my whole life. At one point I was even suicidal. My teacher bullied me when I was in elementary school. I don’t know who I am. I am self-perfectionist, but nobody can be perfect. I am insecure.
But I am staying strong and living like I used to when I was younger. I no longer feel like a prisoner in my own mind. And that all is thanks to the hope that returned. I hope everybody will heal their wounds one day. My wounds are small compared to others, but I was born very sensitive and that hurt me more than it should. But all this was happening just for a new me, that will survive in this world. I wish you luck with whatever you are dealing with right now <3