A child being hospitalized. Taken away from the outside world.I was only 12 years old when I first started to feel different.
I stopped sleeping, socializing, moving, and stopped doing what I loved to do. I started cutting myself to take away the pain.It made my life harder, hiding it all from my parents, wearing concealing clothing, etc.My parents brought me to a therapist.
I thought she was helping, but she wasn’t. I realized how important it was that I find a therapist who I could relate to. I was sent to a psychiatrist first.
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