My name is E, and I am a survivor.
I may not look it, but I honestly am. Ever since I was 6, I have been a source of bullying for others. The first time I was ever called a b**** was about 9. I have gone through anorexia, anxiety disorders, and even depression and suicidal thoughts...the last two twice. I've been called a lesbian because I didn't want to go out on a date with my bullies when I was 14. And there have been days I just wanted it all to end.
I keep a list of things to live for in a journal in my room.
I'm on tranquilizers and anti-depressants to help at the moment, but I just started them recently, and I'm tired, so they aren't on full power right now.
I have a boyfriend who I'm scared I'll scare away because I haven't been 100% lately.
And yet I keep going on, because I can't find a good reason to kill myself and I don't have a good way to do it.
I've never been physically abused, or raped, or been through a war overseas, but in many ways I feel like I really have, because it's just so hard to continue sometimes. And yet I do.
This is not a story. This is really what I go through. I won't give you my full first name, heck, don't even assume E is my first initial. But the everything else in this is true. I've been through so much, and I keep getting up to continue and be knocked back down again, because I am a survivor.
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