I'm a thirteen year old girl just trying to make sense of this ride called life. D. SAD (Social Anxiety Disorder). PTSD. ADHD. OCD. TS. Possible BPD.
I'm a thirteen year old girl just trying to make sense of this ride called life. D. SAD (Social Anxiety Disorder). PTSD. ADHD. OCD. TS. Possible BPD.
Reading, writing, drawing, painting, psychology, listening, meditating, video games, music, collecting, veganism, photography, finding inner strength
Reading, writing, drawing, painting, psychology, listening, meditating, video games, music, collecting,
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Starlightembers updated their status 6:07pm
Fever. Sick. Ew.…
Starlightembers wrote a journal entry: Mother, Where Are You? (I Need You Always) [Song] 6:04pm
This is a song I wrote about living with an unstable, neurotic, mentally ill mother. While my situation…
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Starlightembers wrote a journal entry: A song for how I feel: World So Cold, Three Days Grace 7:50pm
World So Cold by Three Days Grace World so coldI never thoughtI'd feel like this Guilty and I'mbroken…
November 20, 2009 6:04pm
This is a song I wrote about living with an unstable, neurotic, mentally ill mother. While my situation is certainly better than a lot of others, it …
November 14, 2009 7:50pm
World So Cold
by Three Days Grace
World so cold
I never thought
I'd feel like this
Guilty and I'm
broken down inside
Living with …
November 2, 2009 8:07pm
Wandering alone through the thickest of forests,
I've noticed that your soul got detached from the rest.
Expressionless eyes and a voice full of …
November 2, 2009 12:02am
"I am going to kill myself." It was June of 2008 and those words had formed the only thought that went through my head. They greeted me …
October 30, 2009 11:06pm
Looking around me, I feel stuck in a dream. Faces, places, and all the things that I see, not one of them …
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First of all, oh my gosh. You don't have any chocolate! Here is some! Second, I miss you! Where did you go? I hope your doing ok.
I miss you talking to you! I hope your ok. Can't wait to talk to you again!
SAD, BUT BEAUTIFUL WRITINGS, YOU WILL MAKE IT. DON'
T FORGET, I ALWAYS HEAR TO TALK & LISTEN.
I have suffered from ADHD all my life; however, I was only recently professionally diagnosed. I have recently started on Strattera, and have hope that will end up working.
From the time I entered first grade, there has always been at least one "peer" of mine with something negative say about me. Upon entering junior high, the teasing has become less frequent; however, I will never forget the feeling of being worthless in the eyes of those around you.
My parents divorced when I was young due to my father's drug abuse, and I have had to deal with the complications that come along with separation all my life.
Growing up, my addicted father has been both physically and emotionally abusive towards me. From sitting on me until I was gasping for air to saying that I was turning into a screw up, there was always something he could do to bring me down.
The first memory I have of self-injury dates back to when I was four. Stressed out by my surroundings, I began to violently scratch my arm. I loved the feeling and release it provided me. Since then, I have gone on to cut, burn, scald, skin pick, and bruise.
My father is addicted to crack cocaine, and has been my entire life. It has destroyed our family, led to divorce, and has had a lasting psychological impact on me. I currently attend Alateen meetings and a see a therapist for support.
From the time I was four to the end of sixth grade, an older boy that my mom babysat would touch and force me into things I didn't feel comfortable with. I have since told about what happened, and the abuse was stopped. However, I still struggle a great deal over what happened, and find that I can't move on.
From as far back as I can remember, I have always been shyer than most. Talking to more than one kid at a time was terror to even think about; speaking in front of others sent me into anxiety attacks; and I always felt scared to do simple things (eating, shopping, etc) in the presence of others. This fear and anxiety has greatly impacted how I function, and I struggle greatly to overcome it.
From the youngest age ([preschool), I always seemed to feel tense, upset, and anxious. Adults would just laugh and and say, Stop being so tense, you need to smile!" I still struggle today, and it impacts every aspect of my life.
Starting from a young age, I always seemed to eat more than everybody else. Sometimes I would eat so much the taste barely hit my tongue. The food felt warm and comforting - a safe place to go when my world fell apart. This overeating eventually led to Bulimia, a disease that thrust me into a fight I never could have predicted. I'm now in recovery; however, I still struggle a great deal not to purge.
Starting around the time I entered third grade, I began to experience intense feelings of sadness. I would not learn until later that this was caused by depression. The diagnosis came in sixth grade, and I have been seeing a psychiatrist for about a year.
I started pulling my hair at the age of eight. At first I disliked the feeling; however, for some reason, I was inclined to do it again. The second time was what did it. the pulling made me feel energized, alert, and confident - if only for a few seconds. I mainly pull the hair on my arms; however, I also pluck them off my eyebrows, head, and legs.
I have been a vegetarian since April of 2008, and became a vegan in June of 2008. I feel healthier, more energized, and a bit happier since cutting out the animals. I love it!
My entire life, there has been problems with the people that the law considers family. My parents are divorced, mostly due to my father's addiction to Crack Cocaine. My mom can be emotionally unstable at times, suffering from mood swings, severe anxiety, and always letting her stress out on me. Her side of the family is also not supportive, extremely disapproving, and is never there when we need them.
My friend Adam Morey, along with his family, was murdered when I was in 5th grade. I have also lost both my grandmothers, both of whom I was very close to.
I have paranoid delusions. I believe two ghosts are in my house watching, harassing, and harm me. I think that they try to put dangerous situations in my path, make those I love hurt me, and even put thoughts in my head. I'm constantly terrified of me being watched, people out to get me, etc.
