I don’t remember my childhood and I presume that’s how my struggles came from. My family although weren’t the worst they weren’t the best either. Me and my sisters were victims of medical and emotional neglect, when my father would loose his temper or drink a lot we would face loud explosions and physical harm. But my mother was the worst. She would dismiss us, blame us for the world’s problems but when we start to show symptoms of mental illness or any pain at all it wasn’t her fault. It was ours because we were weak or attention seeking. As of now I have been diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression, OCD, SH addiction, anorexia, adhd, ptsd, a sleep and mood disorder. I know it’s a lots and it’s difficult because I don’t know which symptoms come from what and we’re everything crosses over. It’s even harder because even though my parents are now aware that it is because of my past and chemical make up that I’m not the problem but they think I can flick a switch and everything will be fine. I attempted early last year for the third time and was hospitalised for the first time. I was told I was silly for doing it by the hospital themselves. My whole life I’ve been given the worst by people but as of November 2021 I chose to recover. It’s still hard some days and I have relapsed and attempted multiple times since but I’m getting there. And I hope others can see that no matter what you’re faced with you can better yourself and your future when you chose to.