If you could see my mental illness then things would be different, I’m sure. But you can’t, so there is a huge stigma attached that makes me hide in shame.
Self-harm, eating disorders and drugs really challenge your primal instinct to protect your teenager. Balancing boundaries, freedom and danger is hard.
I’m on the up! It’s taken strength, determination, love for myself, and a certain popular figure who has made me smile. I’ve started to believe in myself.
Dear mom, how can I help you understand my mind, if I do not understand it myself? I need help. I am struggling to fight all these nightmares all on my own.