Please if anyone reads this, feed back.
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Forever Scarred NewbieIt's 12:10 am rn and I just got done with ALL my homework.
Anyways I wrote this a few days ago, just added more stuff into it today. Please, give me feed back so I can revise it AGAIN in the morning.
It's really important to me.
Thank you so much.
In sixth grade, that's when it all started. At first, with just thoughts, simple wishes, mere aching. A sadness that was hard to shake off, hard to get rid off. I didn't ask for help, because who hasn't been sad before? I should have.
As the year turned to two then to three, everything seemed to get worse. It started slowly, almost like a fire. It burned you ever so gently, as if making your body get used to the sensation then once you did it would grow. It all grew rather quickly burning any feeling, any precious memory, anything that you once loved to death you would simply not care anymore. Everything hurt but worst of all it hurt to merely say that I was fine when I was choking in reality and I didn't know how to save myself. It's petrifying looking around, watching people breathe without wondering if you know how. You're drowning in thoughts trying to swim in lies and the only thing making you feel alive, is killing you.
There comes a point when we question life, some just stop there, never think of it again. I wish that were the case with me. That question kept on pestering me, hurting me. It only made things worse at two am and at two pm it never stopped and I needed it to stop. I needed it to leave me alone because in all honestly I was scared of myself, not of the voice but of myself. When you're in that mindset, in that horrible place, you do not control yourself.
A year ago, I got enough courage to ask for help. Since then I've been getting help. I'm not going to say it's all been easy and I'm able to breathe now without asking for help, but I am able to go on my own and take small breaths every now and then. I do trip and fall, I do still need help to breathe, I still need help swimming but I have accepted that I have an illness. I'm not as bubbly or as talkative as I once was, but with more help I'll be my old self with the exception of new skills. -
This was pretty good. I liked how you brought out the emotions. It would be good if you come on to the main point and explain it.
Really good.
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