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Hello. I'm Kay_the_Typhlosion, and this is my diary. I'm pretty amazed that you've read this far, but I would be even more amazed if you stayed and listened to my story. I'm pretty okay, given my past. My mother was forced onto and I wasn't meant to happen. She was 17, but she kept me, and raised me with the help of my Nana. The man who did this to my mother rarely helped, didn't pay for anything, and completely walked out when I was 7 months old. My early childhood was just like any other story...make friends, color a bit, bring a toy on show and tell day. Except, I wasn't like that. Not at all. I was always alone. I never knew why, but the other kids just, didn't want to be around me. This followed me into Jr. High. Grades 7-9 were probably the worst years of my life that I will ever live. I was always a year younger than everyone else in my grade, which means when I was in grade 7, I was only 12. One day after band practice, I had just walked out the back doors, not even 5 meters away from the school...when I was grabbed by three big guys that beat me up so badly that I was only found the next morning by a school Janitor. I was taken to the hospital with a broken nose, both eyes black, a split lip, and a broken wrist. That's how anxiety entered my life. After that, I was scared to go to school. When I finally did go back, It wasn't a month into it before I self harmed for the first time. After my mother saw my arms, she brought me to the hospital, and they told her that I needed a therapist. About a month into tests, questionings, and a lot of patience, it was concluded that I had extreme depression, social anxiety, and suicidal ideation. In the three years that I was at this particular school, I tried multiple times to end my life, and once I almost succeeded. I failed my grade 9 year because my anxiety was so bad that I didn't go to enough classes to get my credits. My parents were called into my school for a board meeting. I was placed in a program for people like me. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. That program was last year. This year, that just ended, was my grade 10 year, and I'm proud to say that I'm going into grade 11. I have been 6 months self harm free, and 4 months suicide free. This is my journey. You're welcome to join me :)