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i was born in 2008, when i was born i was in germany until my mom got kicked out of the place me and her were staying in, then, when her and my dad moved to america, we were hoping to have a good life. when i was around 9 years old one of my cousins died because of a car crash, he was being driven by a friend. after that, i started having panic attacks when i was in 3rd grade. i was taken to see a therapist/doctor, who then diagnosed me with adhd. after this my parents treated me as if i was some weird person. me and my mom have never had a good relationship and by the look of things we never will. she calls me names, abuses me, and acts as if i am some monster. when i started feeling down and became more prone of cutting, my dad then took me to a doctor again, where they told him i have been diagnosed with depression after that, when i went to school (i'm time skipping) everyone was already aware of how down i felt, yet no one cared. when i started 5th grade i didn't have a real friend, the

they were all fake, they either hated me and left me, or they moved schools, or they killed themselves (yes, at least two did that). i decided to hide myself from everybody trying to talk to me, as i was scared and still am that they are going to judge me. during lockdown i cut at least every few days of every week, i am mostly left alone most the day, so my parents don't know. now, going into 6th grade i am getting abused, hurt, called names, pushed around, and ignored. and also, i have been through very traumatic things like hurricane michael. i have many different traumas, but i don't want to get into them.