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This article came from one of our readers who wanted to tell the story of their struggle and survival. Enjoy! "At least once a day for a long time in my life I thought about killing myself. It was a disease. All consuming. I didn't have time to think about school or friends or family because I was too busy focusing on planning my own suicide. Would I make it quick and spontaneous or would I create lengthy plans and make sure to write notes to my loved ones. It was repulsive. I was repulsive and I just wanted to disappear into thin air because that was the only way I could avoid dispersing my pain onto the people around me. I didn't ever do it. I thought I was weak for not being able to do it but now I am so thankful that I couldn't. It wasn't because I was weak but rather that I could still love. I still loved seeing my family happy and playing with cute animals and helping other people. I loved watching the sun go up and down and seeing good people do good things. I wanted so badly to leave the pain behind but with that I left behind everything and everyone I loved and I wasn't capable of doing that. I suffered and hurt and kept on pushing even when things were so bad I couldn't face a mirror because I hated myself so much. Things kept moving forward and so I decided I had to too. Something had to change and I guess that eventually that change was going to have to be by me. I started doing whatever I could to be around the things I loved and avoided the things that triggered me. It's been a long fucking process filled with a lot of really terrible days but I've come a long way for myself and for my family. Life sucks but only if you freaking let it! Fight for your happiness, your livelihood and your right to live because you are freaking worth it! Sincerely -A Fellow Survivor"
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Change fucking sucks...
Oh sorry, excuse my french but it really does suck. Some people encourage it or maybe even get excited by it, but those people are either lying or freaks of nature. Not really but sometimes it feels like that to those of us who really struggle with it. People say I am good with change because I've flip- flopped between schools and houses once my parents got divorced but they never say how much it terrified me. Before every first day of school I would stay awake all night rehearsing how to make friends and what I should tell people to make them like me. I needed to figure out how to casually say I had spent my last semester studying online because I had to make up an entire year of high school in the span of a few months. I needed to explain why I had scars on random parts of my body and why I jumped when people snuck up on me or touched me. I had to explain why truth or dare games weren't a possibility since I was so afraid of being forced into another situation where I wouldn't be in control. I was so messed up for so long that every change of location or school I had to redesign a story in which I didn't look like a complete psycho. Every change brought that anxiety back that someone would figure me out or that I wouldn't fit in. I just wanted to be accepted somewhere and change made that impossible for me. I spent so long hiding and fearing change that I never made friends because it was easier to accept that I would be alone for a little while and then things would change and I'd end up somewhere new. I could blow people off because my life had taught me nothing lasted. Nothing was worth getting close to or attached to because things in my life always fell apart and changed. But that sucked almost as much as the changes did. I I claim to enjoy being alone but really being alone is the only place I have no fear of rejection and thats what I fear most. I fear rejection from my dad as he told me he wasn't inviting me to his wedding, rejection as my new "friends" left me at a bar alone on my birthday, rejection as life proves to me I'm not worth much. That can't be the way I live though. I need to Change. We are all going to get hurt or be rejected and our lives are always going to change unexpectedly. Instead of trying to hide from change, maybe it is time to woman up and accept that it is inevitable. Mind you that sounds impossible to me but maybe if I could just make a few friends here and there and maybe I could just put myself out there and if I get rejected, then who cares about them anyway! Maybe I could try one crazy thing at a time and accept that that's just who I am. I am a reserved person but that doesn't have to make me a loner. I wrote this today because I want some one to keep me accountable to get better. I want everyone reading this to be my witness of trying be a better me. I don't have to fear change or worry what people will think of me as long as I like who I am and am ok with the lengths of which I put myself out there to be social. Change happens but it's what I do in reaction to it that makes me who I am. Sincerely a -Survivor |
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