I am 16 years old and I suffer from depression. Most of the time, I put on a fake smile to hide my sadness from people because they tend to judge. Years of judgment and torture from my family left me depressed, and on the edge of anorexia. I got down to the stage where I was cutting myself more than I was eating. Starting out with self injury, I guess I really didn't think it through. I started on my arms, and it moved to my legs when I realized that I couldn't hide cuts and scars on my arms too easily. To this day, my family still hasn't noticed the cuts or scars (even though I don't go to great lengths to try and hide them).
That is my story in short form. I felt that I needed to put it out there. I needed to get all this off my chest, and there is nobody I can talk to about it.
That is my story in short form. I felt that I needed to put it out there. I needed to get all this off my chest, and there is nobody I can talk to about it.
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