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Mallory

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My life started as a mess, and I never even knew it. Not until a few months ago at least. My “dad” wasn’t even my real dad. And my biological dad is a psychopath who tried to hurt me and my mother. After being told that my dad wasn’t my bio dad, it felt like my entire life had been a lie. That’s when the derealization started. And it only got worse. But my family told me that nothing had changed. That I was being over dramatic. But everything had changed. I felt awkward in my own house, as if I wasn’t even supposed to be there. I had always been the black sheep of the family, but I felt more singled out than ever. I was confused and mistook fiction for reality, forgot where I was, and questioned my existence. I was completely and utterly lost. But it was “no big deal” right? I was put in residential a few months after I was told about my dad. In there I forgot who I was, I forgot where I was, and didn’t even think anything that happened was real. I kept thinking “this isn’t my life, this is the things that happen in movies” and I started to believe it. I slowly got better with the help of my therapist, but I still couldn’t control it. Sometimes I would have my head down and when I looked up, I didn’t believe where I was, and started shaking, hyperventilating and crying. I was in residential for nearly 3 months, and by the end of my time, I only had a derealization episode once or twice a week, which was good for me. But my family never acknowledges it. We don’t talk about my episodes. We don’t talk about derealization. And we certainly never ever talk about my biological father. Because still to this day, it’s not a big deal”. I still deal with disassociation and derealization. But I don’t dare speak of it, because that’s a can of worms I don’t want to open again.

Tammie

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Hi my name is Tammie! and I’m 15 And here is my story I have struggled with being able to cope with my emotions and a very young age. So I used very unhealthy ways to coping mechanisms such as sh. This really hurt my mom when she found out and she blamed herself. She decided to talk to me about getting help and I agreed cause I did want to get better. Then I met this amazing therapist who taught me other ways to cope with my emotions in a healthy way and she saved me if it wasn’t for her I don’t think I would be here today and I really wish I could thank her cause so was good to me.

Rileigh

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My life was great till i was 6 i did everything a kid that age would do i was never close with my brothers only my sister my brothers was always at their moms well Noah wasn't my actual brother only half he started to come over a lot more when he turned 16 he looked 20 he was around 290 pounds and i was only like 75 pounds he always acted weird around me well he started wanting to play family and i was only 6 so i did and ever since April 8th 2015 my life changed it happened multiple times even at my grandparents i told my parents when i was 8 so then he stopped but he lied and they didn't believe me but i dont get what 8 year old would lie about r*pe it took them 5 years to finally get the cops involved on top of this my dad got this Horrible disease its been 2 1/2 years and cops done nothing i feel so bad for his girlfriend February 12th 2023 i was raped by my best Friend my parents took it to the cops immediately and to this day nothing is to be done about both cases i shouldn't have to live my life in h*ll and them get nothing im hurting im tired of being in amd out of mental hospitals im trying to get better i really am

My name is Rileigh Moore i suffer from depression, anxiety, bpd, ptsd, adhd, and a eating disorder

If you ever need anything im a insta text away your worth so much more than you know keep your head up and shine everyday even when its hard.

Ava

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My life has never been easy, from social anxiety as a child, bullying all my life, and feeling so worthless as a child I thought it couldn’t get any worse. Until it did. I started to experience early onset hallucinations and voices at a young age and started feeling depressed around early jr high. At 15 I got diagnosed with anorexia nervosa, major depressive disorder with psychosis, social anxiety, and deliberate cutting. At 15 I got sent to a psychiatric hospital and over the next 4 1/2 years I would be sent back over 45 times to 14 different facilities and residential. I struggled in school and my junior year of high school I got sent to a behavioral therapeutic school where I would spend the next 2 years, there I experienced an abusive relationship and sexual assault and harassment. Within 4 1/2 years I had tired to end my life more times than I could count. I still experience horrible relapses with self harm and my eating disorder and still experience hallucinations and symptoms of my psychosis daily. This is just the surface of my life and not even half but I have changed my life around completely. I am now In college as a freshman, I am majoring in nursing to become a psychiatric nurse, I have a job as a psych and gero sitter, I have written and published 3 poetry books and I have amazing support through my professors, therapist and psychiatrist. Life will never get easier but it does get better, things will look up and despite all my trauma and illnesses I have pulled through and continue to do so everyday. You wil be ok and I am living proof you can do anything you put your mind to. Keep fighting, stay safe, and never give up. There is a life waiting for you outside the hospital, you don’t belong there forever. Much love, Ava <3.