by Sophia Mihailidis
I was sixteen years old when I first attempted to take my own life. I was depressed, anxious, anorexic and lost. I had left high school and spent my days in my bedroom alone, in the dark, refusing to talk to anyone or leave the house. I wasn’t eating or sleeping; I wasn’t functioning. Everything hurt all the time, physically, mentally and emotionally. I was on medication to try and numb the pain. I was turning to alcohol, drugs, self harm. Nothing was working. I had to find a way out.
Writing was the only solace I found.Read More