I recently started writing an autobiography/story about my life. It’s only a start, but I really hope I can build on it as I grow up. Through my story, I hope I can share my journey and my process of change with other people, and inspire others to take initiative of their own stories.
I hope you enjoy this short excerpt!
I was 14 years old when I first thought about suicide.
For countless nights, I soon became used to crying myself to sleep, choking back my sobs so my parents wouldn’t hear from their room down their hall.
I was a mess. But nobody knew that.
I had gotten so good at pretending that I was okay. But my acting skills weren’t good enough to trick myself. However, most people didn’t bat an eyelash in my direction. I was good at fooling some people at least.