My Story

I was born on August in year 1995. It was a nice summer day. I was the first child of my mom and she thought I was beautifull. My dad said that I looked like someone has punched me in the nose.

I was a smart child. I could talk in full sentences when I was 2 years old. I learned how to write and spell when I was 4 years old. I didnt have alot of friends. Maybe 3. I prefered spending time on my own.

When I entered school when I was 6 years old, school-mates didnt like me. I was the skinniest girl, I didnt play with dolls. I was happier sitting by my own with a book in my hand. I spend breaks with my school-mate, who was a boy and we played Quatro, cards, etc.  People were often calling me weird, but I didnt listened to them.

My dad is an alcoholic. He drinks every monday, wednesdtay and weekend. He used to punch us, kick us, call us names. I always fought back. When he wanted to punch my mom or my brother, I always stepped infront of them and he would punch me. I hated to see my mom cried.

In october, 2006, I got diagnosed with diabetes. It wasnt hard, because I didnt go to school for a month. I have accepted the ilness. But then I came back to school. People were making fun of me. They were hiding my bag, took my juice boxes, call me names. One of my school-mates saw me giving an injection to myself and she said that I have HIV. Everybody avoided me and didnt talk to me for one month.

Then I got into high-school. Things were starting to look better. I didnt hide my diabetes anymore, I found friends. After 6 months, onf of my friends committed suicide. I had no idea. I knew that there was something I could to to stop him. I blamed myself. I made one cut. 

After that, everything spirraled out of control. I am not blaming what happend with me on my best friend suicide. It wasnt the reason. It was a trigger. Now, my body is covered in scars. I have an eating disorder. I hate myself. I tried to kill myself several times.