Personal Narrative: HI I M Raiden

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HI I'm Raiden a sixteen year old high school Student whose life has been drastically change due to this Mental illness. Lets start when I was first starting to communicate I was 3 The mental illness would make me pay more attention to surrounding sounds and that what I used to communicate. I never learned to fully speak until I was 10 years old. people used to judge my parents because I couldn't talk and thought I was being neglected. which in reality I was just being myself. eventually I got help from teachers and social workers who would talk to me and understand where I come from since I was five I've had to take medication to help cope this mental illness which I'd alway get called names because of it like a "Pill popping

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