I wanted to share my personal experiences because it may actually help someone, and if I can get through to just one person and remind them that taking the step towards help is very brave and not as difficult as you may think.. then I’ll be happy.
When I sunk to my lowest I really frightened my parents, my family and everyone I cared about with this affliction and I hurt them deeply because I shut them out, said and did things I will forever be ashamed of. But even I didn’t understand what was going on with me internally, and they have always blamed themselves.. like they had somehow failed me. Which is ridiculous. So it didn’t just affect me, but everyone around me. That dark cloud hung over all of us and it still lingers around me to this day.
For me there was no real trigger and I was SO ashamed because I knew others had had it so much worse than me. I knew people who had been victims of abuse, rape and god knows what else.. whereas I had a wonderful childhood and loving parents. So this made it so much harder to understand why I felt so deeply miserable. So lost. So useless. So worthless.
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