I had a rough childhood. I was born premature and had to stay in the hospital longer than expected. Growing up I started being bullied at school. Harsh words were like daggers to me. I became isolated and a major cutter. I was diagnosed with major depression when I was in middle school.
I wasn’t diagnosed with more mental illnesses till high school. I was diagnosed with high functioning autism, ADHD and an anxiety disorder. It was horrible to be in a regular class and not be understood. I was switched to special education classes. I struggled through everyday life. One thing that helped me was my cat, October.
October has a mental illness too. Yes animals can have them too. My cat has OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). I feel like she listens but doesn’t understand. I had a dog once named Angel who always had a smile on her face and I could talk to her about anything that was going on in my life. During the time that I was a cutter, I never thought that I would get over it. I was wrong, very wrong.
I graduated high school and within a year, my cutting habit stopped. There is one very special person in my life. My niece, Elise was a true blessing to my life. Every day I fight to stay alive and well for that little angel. I’m now 21 and in college. I still struggle but my well-being is something worth fighting for.