My name is Tessa. I haven't been on here in probably over two years ago. I don't recognize anyone I know that i formed close relationships with, but I'm here to tell you all that whatever you may be going through will get better.
At age 13 I started cutting, burning, smoking pot and cigarettes, drinking and taking pills. My parents had a very aggressive seperation that lasted for years, and I had my own personal problems. I became addicted to pills and was getting fucked up almost every day. I had many friends, but none of them had started doing the shit that I had, and over the years, each one stabbed me in the back and i lost them. I started hanging out around a new group of friends that did drugs, like me. I had lost all hope in everything and attempted suicide various times. When I was about five years old, i was raped by someone close to me, and never told anyone. The memories haunted me every single day. My mother and i could not even afford to eat a single solid meal a day and i developed anorexia, i thought of myself as ugly and worthless.
Now, i am 17. My life still hasnt gotten much better. We still can not afford to eat. I still smoke pot and cigarettes, drink, and do pills, but not nearly as much as i used to. I do not have any friends. But i am beginning to learn to be more social. I have been forced to get a job to help with bills just to have a place to sleep at night. Read more »