December 2013 I’m on Christmas break. My parents are once again angry with me for no reason. They take my phone, isolating me from any support and connection I have.
After I’m finally able to escape to my room, thoughts of hurting myself become louder and louder. I try to cope in a healthy way instead of being self-destructive, and leave to go for a walk in the snow.
They stop me. They tell me I am not allowed, and I must stay in the house for “family traditions.” I swallow my hurt, pain, tears, and tell myself to keep it together until tonight, when I can break down once everyone is asleep. December 2015 It’s Christmas Eve.
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