Veteran actor Om Puri passes away at 66
I am 15 years old, and I am suffering from severe depression. In this age, teens enjoy their college life and I’m thinking how to die as soon as possible. People in this day and age to be crushed and I hate my brother, how can we trust anyone else.
I used to be a girl Julie, you’re so social and I love mixing and communicating with people. Everyone was different hobbies, but my hobby was to help people and befriend them. I think everyone has a good spirit. But my brother has proved me wrong. The person who I love very much, my friend, my crime partner. What I am about to share with you something I hide from everyone, except one person. My best friend.
2 years I lost respect in the eyes, and one day I did so well I slept, and was for 13 years, perhaps, like other children, and I was unconscious even if they hit someone drum next to me that it would not have affected me. But on that day, a terrible thing happened to me. Not raped, but yes, it was painful. Well, I’m coming to the point now, I was asleep and when I woke up was to undo my clothes. There were scratches all over my body. On that day … I was very depressed because I can not share anything with my dad. This would hurt them, may just be even killing them from the inside, because it was not only my brother and I had to think about the future and my father.
If you were to tell them the truth, they may kill them. Also we struggled a lot for us. My story does not end here. On that day, I kept quiet, but after that day I could not sleep. I can not bear it if someone touches me or even tried to come near me. I just go out crying when I’m lonely. In fact, I hate it when it touches me so my father, whether it was touching to me to show his love, but whenever anyone touches me, it reminds me of everything that happened to me.
Anyway, after that night began to occur almost daily, and you’re awake. But still, I could not say a word. I’ve had these feelings and disgusting every day. I just hated myself. I do not like to touch myself. I do not want to touch myself because I feel very dirty, dirty, disgusted about my body. But a few months ago when I was unable to deal with this feeling anymore, I started keeping myself awake by taking six cups of black coffee a day. This prevented me from those actions, but he destroyed my health and physical and mental. It made me unhealthy, depression, hyperactivity and made me hate myself. I was trying to overcome my depression, but I failed, and two months later, a boy who is older than me as a brother to me. He supported me, intrigued me and treated me as a kid and I was afraid that he had left me after finding out the truth about me, but he did not, became more jealous.
Not one day did not respond to me, and I was worried that started sending strange messages such as “Please come back I can not live without your care,” etc., etc. .. This is my stupid, in fact I had depression and insecurity, my poor physical condition grabbed the best A friend of mine away from me. This made me depressed drift away from my father and also because this age, Julie, was a happy girl now, most people angry upset my family and every single member of my family is afraid of my anger and rude behavior. This depression destroyed me, made me drift away from my loved ones.
I share the story of my life to make others aware of it in some of your cases, the abuser in your home. I’ve decided I’m going to commit suicide. I would die because I could not even look at me in the mirror anymore.