I guess i was 12, when i first intentionally tried to hurt myself. I still remember how i did it. Pinching of the skin with scissors. Life was just beginning to turn for the worst. A year before i had spent 6 months in Perth while my aunty was dying of a terminal illness, cancer. I remember my family having to survive in whatever ways we could. I went with mum, my brother sent away to live with a family member to be home schooled and, my dad stayed at home keeping the house. I lost my mother to a hospital, she was nursing her youngest sister to her grave. I was moved from family member to family member. I started getting bullied. In result from that i started lying and not wanting to go to school. Eventually my aunty passed. We went home a month later...
Back at home i thought things would be the same. They weren't. I lost a best friend to another girl. My parents tried to act as thought this massive family crisis didn't happen. We all tried to continue on as normal.
6 months later, mum wittnessed a suicide at the place she worked, she lost it and began to spiral down in to the deep pit of depression. I wasn't coping at school, i just wasn't that material person anymore, that event changed my view on life forever!
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