I had been diagnosed with depression at the end of middle school and my coping methods were not self-friendly. I had put so much effort into trying to be happy in front of people that I lost myself. I lost who I was as a person from my solitude. I had developed the addiction that was self harm. I would wear long sleeves on the hottest days, cringe whenever anyone touched me, and shy away from hanging out with anyone. This addiction would give me a temporary relief from my internal struggle, but only made me feel so ashamed of myself afterwards. I knew it my heart that I had to stop, but whenever I went too long without harming myself, I felt like I was going crazy. I would shake and go into frequent panic attacks that even affected me at school. I was so afraid that someone would find out my dirty little secret and expose me for being the …show more content…
That is a pain I wish on no one. I hope that no one else has to experience that feeling of being alone in their life. I believe that everyone should have someone that cares, instead of having to fend for themselves. My struggles were my own and I feel ashamed that I was so afraid to ask for help. My battle is far from over in my life, but I am glad now to say that I have very reliable people to support me and that I am no longer alone in this fight against myself. Everyone should always have someone on their side of the battlefield, no matter who they are or what they