As a child, I was gregarious, outgoing, and happy-go-lucky. Then something went horribly wrong. My best friend took his own life. most of my life since then I’ve struggled with anxiety OCD, and depression. When I entered high school nothing could have been worse for me than being a teenager in high school with no friends.
I was constantly bullied and my grades were dropping fiercely. I ended up giving up and dropping out. The pain I suffered day after day, night after night was unbearable. I felt as if I was drowning in a pool of self-hatred and self-harm. I was hospitalized but only for a week of was nice in there I wasn't so alone anymore but now that I'm out and have no money no insurance I cant continue to get help as in my meds and my psychiatrist. I'm battling depression, anxiety odd and loneliness Struggling daily with finding reasons to go on, but for some reason and somehow, I just do (go on). Slowly rebuilding a "life." Hope to find a purpose again someday. Have little support where I am, most likely because I'm not the type to ask for help - but I'm here - not looking for any type of help other than communication. Have no friends or family to confide in and really feel alone in my struggle.