Hey, me again, today I wanna make an thread about my story and to help people going through the same that I did.
Attention!!!: This is not so you feel sorry for me or to give me respect or anything, am making this for people in need of help.
So, let's start. Basicly all my life, I went through traumatic stuff when seeing my parents fight each other and getting physical, it came to the point where I was even used to it. But one day it stopped and they got angry and let out their anger on a 10 year old girl (me, now 18). I was always shy because I was "well educated", I always had to say sorry and get punished even for things i did not do, I always got slapped when I stood up for myself and then got hit with a belt. Sometimes my own mother threatned to kill me because I got B's (my other siblings always were and are A students),and this continued for years. When I turned and got in to grade 6, my life even got worse, I started to get even F's and then the abuse got even worse, every day I was abused physically and mentally, my parents would always come to me to tell me how I am an "waste of money" and how I "bring shame to our family". From that time I got suicidal thoughts, and I started to cut myself and almost committing suicide. Fast skip to grade 8, that year alot happened. I was full of depression, anxiety, hate, anger and in an arguement with my parents I exploded screaming etc,I couldnt take it anymore, my parents didnt care, I took the pistol one day and almost shot myself, but the gun jammed and somehow I said it would hurt and changed my mind (probably god just saved my life), then the same day I overdosed on a pill for sleeping named Bromazepam or whats it called, I was in a come for two days and doctors dont know how I woke up not paralyzed or something. The doctors found my goodbye letter and i went to therapy for almost a year, it started to change, but then stuff turned to bad again, and everything started again, now I recently moved out, I saved every cent I got from grade 9 till now (so 5 years) and now I study plus work on a store for 400 euros a month (thats good for us in montenegro) and life is amazing. I have my own apartment and own stuff, at 18, everything is possible. I think when the gun jammed that cloudy day and i survived overdosing god said you're life isn't ending yet, you have a purpose. My dream is to become a fashion designer, and its going very well and I got nominated once for the best junior fashionistas in montenegro. So, the thing to learn of this is that there will always be light after the darkness and nothing is permanent besides death. Hope I helped you by telling you my story,
ANYONE DEALING WITH DEPRESSION OR ANXIETY OR SUICIDAL THOUGHTS PLEASE TALK TO WWW.SAMARITANS.ORG , THEY ARE BASED IN THE UK BUT HELP EVERYONE WORLDWIDE ALL ANONYMOUS AND HELPED ME ALOT. YOU CAN DM ME TO ANY TIME, EVERYTHING WILL STAY DISCREET BETWEEN US.
Attention!!!: This is not so you feel sorry for me or to give me respect or anything, am making this for people in need of help.
So, let's start. Basicly all my life, I went through traumatic stuff when seeing my parents fight each other and getting physical, it came to the point where I was even used to it. But one day it stopped and they got angry and let out their anger on a 10 year old girl (me, now 18). I was always shy because I was "well educated", I always had to say sorry and get punished even for things i did not do, I always got slapped when I stood up for myself and then got hit with a belt. Sometimes my own mother threatned to kill me because I got B's (my other siblings always were and are A students),and this continued for years. When I turned and got in to grade 6, my life even got worse, I started to get even F's and then the abuse got even worse, every day I was abused physically and mentally, my parents would always come to me to tell me how I am an "waste of money" and how I "bring shame to our family". From that time I got suicidal thoughts, and I started to cut myself and almost committing suicide. Fast skip to grade 8, that year alot happened. I was full of depression, anxiety, hate, anger and in an arguement with my parents I exploded screaming etc,I couldnt take it anymore, my parents didnt care, I took the pistol one day and almost shot myself, but the gun jammed and somehow I said it would hurt and changed my mind (probably god just saved my life), then the same day I overdosed on a pill for sleeping named Bromazepam or whats it called, I was in a come for two days and doctors dont know how I woke up not paralyzed or something. The doctors found my goodbye letter and i went to therapy for almost a year, it started to change, but then stuff turned to bad again, and everything started again, now I recently moved out, I saved every cent I got from grade 9 till now (so 5 years) and now I study plus work on a store for 400 euros a month (thats good for us in montenegro) and life is amazing. I have my own apartment and own stuff, at 18, everything is possible. I think when the gun jammed that cloudy day and i survived overdosing god said you're life isn't ending yet, you have a purpose. My dream is to become a fashion designer, and its going very well and I got nominated once for the best junior fashionistas in montenegro. So, the thing to learn of this is that there will always be light after the darkness and nothing is permanent besides death. Hope I helped you by telling you my story,
ANYONE DEALING WITH DEPRESSION OR ANXIETY OR SUICIDAL THOUGHTS PLEASE TALK TO WWW.SAMARITANS.ORG , THEY ARE BASED IN THE UK BUT HELP EVERYONE WORLDWIDE ALL ANONYMOUS AND HELPED ME ALOT. YOU CAN DM ME TO ANY TIME, EVERYTHING WILL STAY DISCREET BETWEEN US.
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