this photo of me was taken about 2 years ago. I was younger and had no idea that all I wanted was to be happy. A 14 year old girl, being abused relentlessly at the time, self harming, a suicide attempt soon to come.
All she wanted was to be happy.
Now, I’m 16. I have scars that are untreatable and will line my skin for my life. I have had 10 suicide attempts, with the 11th soon to come. I suffer PTSD from aforementioned abuse. I have been in general hospital 6 times for suicide attempts and in psychiatric ward twice. A 16 year old girl, been through enough for a lifetime.
I’m doing a campaign for one of my classes to spread the word about suicide. If you want to help me out with this, then I need your thoughts and comments on this topic and reaction to this picture. Thanks in advance.
The world is gray. Not the not the color, no, that doesn’t do it justice. But the people, yes, the people are gray. We like to believe that everything is black or white, but then how does one explain color? We think things are either good or bad, but then why is one man’s terrorist another man’s hero? We say things are either dead or alive, but then how are all these dead girls walking?