When the cutting continued and was more regular, I assumed it would be okay to conclude that I was addicted to the habit. After scaring everyone away, I developed new friends online as that was the only way that I could get someone to talk to. I chatted with the strangers online at my tender age. Chatting got me into in horrible situations.
I started abusing drugs and discovered new friends. The only problem with my new friends was that my mother never liked them and did not approve of any of them. That was in spite of the fact that I was never on good terms with my mother. I had made both my mother and father emotionally and mentally exhausted. I guessed they did not know how to handle my situation.
There is one moment of my life that is difficult for me to forget. It was the time my mother was admitted in hospital after she collapsed as a result of chest pains related to stress. I was told it was because of me that she had to undergo all that. I felt bad and blamed myself for causing this misfortune. To make matters worse, I was far from recovery and the situation made me regress to my little world full of razor blades and solitude. I visited several doctors and was hospitalized on many occasions. At that stage, I was formally diagnosed bipolar disorder.
Despite all those struggles I went through at the young age, I managed to graduate from high school. Whenever I remember all that I went through when young, I find it difficult to believe that I managed to persevere all those misfortunes. Discussing everything I went through and describing my recovery path can take more than a day.
Personally, I remained in a life-is-limited change stage for so long. The long time, in that case, refers to years of perseverance that I went through. I was aware of the problems I faced in life, but I never had an interest of solving them in any way. It is difficult to tell whether I was hopeless or found a lot