I’m Kayla. Born to a normal family. An innocent kid, before I knew hoe cruel this world was, I live in a nice house, played outside everyday, my parents and brother all loved each other and me. I grew up skinny, smart, and had friends. Then fifth grade started. I went from underweight to in my healthy weight range. Being skinny was all I had, I was always the little girl. It may sound superficial but I felt like I was loosing myself, i began to have panic attacks often but I didn’t tell anyone. I became anorexic in sixth grade, bullimic in seventh, and suicidally depressed in eight. My doctor noticed how skinny I was getting and told me that if I kept living that way I would die. I had to stop, there’s no way my parents could find out. Then my brother began to do drugs and now he is a full addict and cares more about drugs than me or my life. My parents gave up on him and I was always the peace easy one in the family, I had to keep my emotions to myself I didn’t want to screw up my family more. Then I met him. The love of my life for a year now. He is the reason I’m alive. I had the year from hell between loosing three bestfriends and having a hate club. That’s when it all came back. I cut, and on most occasions I’m suicidal. I feel guilty, I have a good life when I feel so stupid to still be depressed and have anxiety. I don’t deserve my good life, I don’t deserve it at all. I’m nothing special just some girl with struggles most don’t understand. I’m always here to talk , and remember, always stay strong.