At least that’s what they call step one. It’s kind of where I am right now. I’ve met a lot of girls who struggle with depression, self harm, and eating disorders. But I never wanted to think I had that same problem. It takes a lot to speak up about what’s going on in your life. No matter what it may be. I guessed I’ve struggled with depression since I was about 12. It’s when my uncle on my dad’s side died. I’ve never felt such connection in the air like something had gone before. I miss him and his nickname for me. It was the only thing he called me when I saw him.

I’m not sure where the eating disorder began, I just never really noticed. I use to self harm but I fixed that on my own. Won’t lie, I still get the urges to. But I tell myself no. I’m not afraid to admit I have a problem. I’m not afraid to get help. I know that many girls and guys are going through the same things as I am. I know I have support in my family as much as my parents don’t want to admit I have a problem.

That’s another thing, just because your parents are afraid to speak up about their child having a problem doesn’t mean you should be afraid to speak up yourself.

YOU ARE NOT ALONE! STAY STRONG!

You are beautiful,

Shannon