My childhood was no where near what anyone would call "normal". I've gone through a lot in my 25 years.
Depression and Anxiety for a little over 11 years now.
A year's battle with alcohol abuse and an even longer lasting, still to this day a very challenging, off/on relationship with Opiates.
I know what it's like to need the comfort or understanding of others and instead be tormented with loneliness and misunderstanding. Maybe you are just too embarrassed to reach out? Never feel that way because you are not alone. It took me years of inner and outer turmoil for me to finally seek out the help I needed. It's absolutely terrifying and sometimes it can be too hard to admit you're struggling with anything but that does not mean you are to isolate and just "settle". I didn't have anyone to talk to. I thought for so many years that I just had to deal with how I felt .
So that's why I am here; striving to be someone that I wish I had when I needed them the most.