Teenage life can be hard, it gets harder when you're 12 and your cousin,who was like a brother to you,Dies in a car crash. My mum went into depression and so did my aunt, my sister had, and still has, no time for me. After 2 years of shit and turmoil, Severe anxiety and panic attacks and getting depression myself and having nobody to talk to. I use to be paranoid about my scars, thinking people would judge me and no guy would love me or find me beautiful. So now I can finally have a celebration of being cut free for at meats 6 months and fading scars.