C#2162 When I was younger my dad beat me, it got to the point where I dint know if he was gunna go further then beat me. I was scared for my life, and also scared that he was gunna beat me. the day before I finally grew courage to leave, he picked me up off my bed (at the time I was 73kg) and threw me on the floor. my head was mere millimetres from the massive wooden piano that was in my room. I was left with a raging headache for days after, a swollen back which I had to go to the doctors about (which my mum stole money out of my bank account to pay for) and my spirit crushed. to this day I can no longer handle arguments because I keep thinking that it will lead to me being beaten. I have been engaged for 4 months now to an amazing guy, but because of my upbringing I get scared. he would never hurt me in that way. I have now been living away from that place for a year and a half now, and I have come further than I would have ever thought. I use to s**** my wrists to the point where there was no skin visible only cuts, now I have been clean of cuts for over 5 months. Moral of this story. No matter what happened when you were a kid, things can change. You just gotta let them. I have further to go yet, but I no longer think of suicide.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 23:04:44 +0000