I grew up having tremendous stomach aches and Chronic nausea. I would tell young childen " I wish you were dead" this is when i was sent to my first counselor and even was taken off food dye (can cause symptoms in children) after a few sessions I though everything was better. By seventh grade I became un interested in any activities, dropping out of Orchestra and all sports. I layed in my bed all the time. Nothing was too bad until one day a man tried to kidnap me. He even chased me a few blocks until I jumped a fence. Scaring me forever. Around this time I was "blessed" with my first period! Both of the two combined swirled me down into depression. I self harmed and attempted suicide. My parents still didn't know. I would fight with my mom constantly and get called "slut" "fucking dirty pig" "useless" and a "mistake" constantly.  We were never close. My period really got HEAVY, LONG, AND. PAINFUL. 12 days of baseball clots and anemia!!!!it was hell... my mom had enough sympathy to start me on the pill, but it did jack shit for me, I was just constantly throwing up. At this time I was bullied for being one the pill (I only told someone I thought was my friend :/ ) my mom refused to let me try other forms of bc. And I recently tried to drown myself. I was in so much trouble when my parents found me. I went straight to a psychiatrist, they put me on meds and diagnosed with PMDD pre menstrual dysphoric disorder. I'm now a freshman, still with severe depression and anxiety, with an abusive mother, terrible period, and no friends:) it's great  I've also gained 12 pounds from bc and became 115 pounds yay BUT THE LESSON IS NO MATTER HOW BAD THINGS GET, IM MAKING IT. THROUGH HARD AND EASY TIMES I SURVIVED :)