I am sharing my story, perhaps, more for a sense of closure on past hurts and pain. Or perhaps because I've finally accepted what happened to me. Or maybe it's because I realize - I am a survivor.

as someone who has struggled with man different things in my life, whether it be my parents divorce, a lot of death of people who were very close to me or my internal battles, there is one thing i have learned. you are not alone.

For as long as I can remember life has been too much to handle. Every days been like a chore. I was never really good at anything except failing. I was brought up to believe the way I thought, the way I wanted to dress, to be was wrong.

In the year 2012 i changed immense amounts- emotionally and physically. I quit smoking ciggerettes, got rid of some terribly toxic friends, and decided to start exercising and eating healthier. All in all i am the happiest i\'ve ever been. In 2012 i also started anti depressants.

I remember always talking to people, and thinking about what I was going to do when I got older. I always expressed concern and worry for those who would answer, \"I don\'t know\". Heck, when people took a year off from school going into University, I was stressed for them!

When you hit rock bottom it’s not the end. Sometimes rock bottom is the best foundation to rebuild your life. Don’t keep digging to stick your head in the sand, only keep digging if you’re going to plant a tree. Learn from that tree, stand tall and proud. Go out on a limb, remember your roots, be connected with your…

Three years ago when life felt as though it were falling apart at the seams, my ED found this as the perfect opportunity to flourish. Though there were years of disordered eating and thoughts previous to this time, it began to take over my life as a full-blown, clinical disease. It told me that it was all I needed and…

  Hi. My name is Xyrina. I am just your typical 15 year old teenage fuckhead. Just kidding… I’m way more complicated than that. Growing up, I lived in a tent on a beach, on a farm, and also in Mexico’s dirtiest city. My parents were POOR. I did everything for myself.

Getting older is a funny thing, isn’t it? One day you wake up and you realize that everything you thought you could never have is now clutched tightly in the palm of your hand, sweaty and white-knuckled.

Two months ago I started High School. On the day of one of our school's football games I had a huge emotional breakdown and this guys was reallt supportive and helped me to get through it. Then every time I thought of him, my