Stories Of Hope
My Parents Didn't Want Me
When I was 3, my parents decided they didn't want me, so I moved around a lot. My whole life was a load of crap, and I didn't want to live anymore. I just wanted to die. So I started cutting. I had an okay life with all the other members of my family, but with my parents, it really sucked. They were critical about the way I was raised, but no one was ever critical to them about not wanting me. My whole life was shattering before my eyes and I started cutting. I would just cut designs in my legs day after day, and watched myself bleed. I passed out one night from bleeding so much that my parents took me to the hospital for a blood transfusion. And I got counseling. Now 2 yrs. later, I'm a lot better, but it was a long road getting here. It took a lot of support from my friends, and my great boyfriend. I'm happier now than I ever was before. But nothing will ever change the experiences I went through.