I have came a long way since my childhood. I have been beaten and bursed for no reason but I managed to keep myself together somewhat. Right after I turned 16 everything went down hill. Thats when I started cutting and pill popping. These habbits brought somewhat comfort but never did fiix anything. I was taken from my home at the age of 16 also because of a long story. I attempts suicide several times after that. I almost completed my goal but someone found me in enough time to save me. I was just about gone on my own sleeping med. I managed to pull myself together enough to be placed with my father. Around christmas I tried once again to commit suicide because fighting ewas getting bad and I was always alone. My friends knew what I was planning the whole time and didnt say anything. My mother called and she noticed I was talking wrong and picked me up. After I while I left her due to abuse once again. I dont pill pop or cut anymore