Hi everyone, I'm Technorobin. This is my first day on this site and I'm just happy to know that there are places like this where people can come together and speak theirs minds. Anywho, I had a very happy upbringing. I was an only child, living with my mom, with a great education. Everything was going perfect...
Until it wasn't.
Suddenly I felt so alone, and mediocre. I was constantly being told that I wasn't good enough, by people close to me. I was always being compared to those who I couldn't even dream of catching up to. I became depressed overa short period of time, but was afraid to speak up cause I knew that I would just be labeled as "petty" or "an attention seeker" so I just sucked it up, placed a fake smile on my face, and carried on, suffering silently. I just didn't want to take the attention from those around me. I struggled with my sexuality, beliefs, and and many others. Eventually I did get better. The depression didn't really go away, but I learnt how to deal with it, and for the first time in months, I felt sincerely happy. Things were going great until my best friend moved away. Without them, I felt more lost than ever. And that's when the anxiety kicked in. I started to have difficulty doing day to day tasks. I was afraid at every turn. I stopped eating, sleeping, and doing things I used to enjoy doing, and that summer evening, I cut my arm. It wasn't a very deep one, but it still left a mark. Both emotionally, and physically. I started covering up, staying in my room all day, and refusing to go out of my room. I could barely sleep at night, and was constantly feeling anxious. Since I was raised in a homophobic household, I was especially timid about my sexuality, and was afraid to speak out to anyone.
I still struggle with these things up to today, but I'm trying to find solutions, and learn to resist the urge to pick up the razor in times of trouble.
Anyway, thank you for reading this. Have a great day.