I don't know what else to write, but please share!
I didn't tell childine someone was murdered, I was 11
Before you downvote, I was suicidal, depressed had autism, ADHD and other mental health issues.
I thought that getting police here at my house would give me the opportunity to tell someone.
I told them I didn't, because I was scared to go to juvinille prison, I admitted to it and spent 3 months in a child assylum, I'm 13 now I've learnt my lesson and I'm receiving help
I tell them that I’m not failing any classes and school is going fine 🥲
That i slept well
That im doing fine
That i think im perfectly mentally capable of success
That im having a wonderful time
That im not crying because im stressed, i just yawned.
That im happy
That i love myself for who i am
That im perfectly capable of loving myself
That i have higher self esteem than anyone
That the scratches on my arm were from my dog... they were actually from a pair of scissors...
I told my mum that I had only self-harmed once... haha
She also asked me if I was suicidal and I told her no, I wasn’t
In reality I’ve self-harmed roughly 30 times and attempted suicide about 15 times, but she doesn’t need to know that.
I lied to my parents and the doctor in the test to make sure you aren't suicidal. I said my anxiety want bad, it didn't impact my life, ice never been suicidal, and I've never thought about how to die. So lots of lies at once
That I'm a girl.
That I sleep at night.
That I am dysphoria free.
That I'm asexual.
That I eat.
I convinced my parents that I don't smoke.
In fact I occasionally smoked since I was 14 and regularly since 17.
I'm 30 now and finally managed to quit.
Although I'm pretty sure they found out at some point, we never talked about it.
That when I was the one who farted, I blamed it on the dog twice and both times they believed me.
that im fine,
im fine now but then i wast
I have no parents anymore but when I did
I am happy
I don’t cut
I would never do drugs
I trust u
I could never kill myself
not my parents but my theology teacher. so he was taking all the phones and i lied to him and left my phone at home just so i can look at snapchat or whatever.
Everything about me. They don't know the real me. No one does, and if they knew, they'd be scared
This isn’t about what they don’t know, but what they do know. They found out I was suicidal when they found a noose in my closet. We talked about it once and didn’t say much. They didn’t do much of anything.