Hey i'm new to this community I don't want to mention too much info about myself; as I don't want family members finding out. I'm L ( don't want to give out name for safety), I'm 16 years old. I'm what you would call an 'apostate'. Living in a Muslim family brought up as a Muslim, however I can now confirm i am an atheist I believe in secular humanism. You could say my parents are strict, i am not in any crisis or anything however i am very depressed, stressed and full of anxiety and paranoia. I attend mosque 4 times a week. I have no choice. I sometimes end up going to town to avoid going and lie to my parents. I hate attending mosque the teacher is awful and always yells at me. People tell me 'oh you shouldn't do this its Haram' etc. Im tired of it. Im mentally tired of having to role play as a Muslim and pray to someone that does not exist. 2 years ago I experienced what you would call severe depression. I didn't attend school much and lie and say i was ill to my mother. However its because I couldn't face the world I had no energy. Now, I break down over the smallest things such as not being able to use the laptop sometimes. My sister calls me a psycho, tells me I am mental and that i should get help because of my obsession with the internet. She saw my self harm scars once and I lied and said I fell she made fun of me and told me to go cut. I need the internet its the only way i can suppress my emotions. Its the only way I can escape my thoughts somewhere I can feel happy. I use to wake up early everyday... but now I sleep more to avoid waking up. Recently my grades have improved however i have always been bad at maths. I use to be an Ungraded. Yes I am terrible. However I worked hard to get up to a D. But my mother shouted at me and called me stupid. I dont understand my mum... Shes emotionally abusive sometimes then really kind other times which makes me confused. I didnt harm since april, until recently I relapsed by scratching. I have no one to speak to. My friend makes fun of people who harm. She thinks its for attention but it really isnt. I feel relieved from it. I feel like im ungrateful. I have lots of friends but still no one to tell, and I am from a family who can just about afford to put food on the table. I did feel suicidal for a while...I dont know. I do not want to die I WONT give up. Im waiting till im 18 to move out for uni and wear what I want and not be forced to wear islamic clothing. When i was younger i always envied the little white girls ( i went to a predominantly white school) who wore short skirts and had their hair in beautiful hairstyles. I envied their family relationship. Even now i envy the girls i see in the street with loving boyfriends and their stylish outfit. I want to travel but im not allowed because im a girl. My parents stopped me from going on a residential trip to France and everyone went. This isnt the first time they also stopped me when i was in primary school. I want to work hard, get good grades, go to college, pass my A levels and move to london for university. I dont want to cut my parents off but I want to slightly distance myself and do what I want. Im very passionate about my future. Living in Japan/Korea...Nice apartment with two cats a rabbit and a budgie. (When im financially stable) and a loving husband. I want to pierce my nose both sides and a septum... maybe a lip piercing too haha. I have such a vivid image of it. Just thinking about having my own freedom excites me. I live for this... This is my motivation. I want to travel to lots of places. Learn lots of languages. My career? I am not sure. However I know for sure that my career will be based specifically on helping people/animals/society. Maybe rescuing animals...Or becoming a Cognitive Behavioural Therapist to help people with mental health issues. Everytime I speak about these things I tear up just imagining me being successful it feels so real it feels so close. I am determined to work hard however things such as mosque make me anxious mosque is a huge barrier. Also my siblings work so I have to do all the cleaning in the house which stresses me out. I love going to the city centre though. One day I feel like Just walking around, smelling the fresh air and drinking a frappe at Costa. Then another day its me in bed getting woken up and thinking about the amount of energy it would take to wash my hair and clean and whether i can do it. I forgot to mention. I have a binge eating disorder. If im stressed? I eat. Depressed? eat. Happy? Eat. When im sad i will literally take a bunch of food and eat it and i will feel so guilty and ugly afterwards. Its sad... i was even thinking about going gym and losing weight during this summer holiday. But instead i gained weight. Everyone calls me fat. Im just trying to breeze through these 2 years so i can finally have some freedom.
If you read up to here thank you so much. Maybe this can become a diary a place for me to vent and for people to tell me everything will be okay... I hope so...