Hi!: Sup, I'm Eva. I live in small town in Nova Scotia, Canada but I'm half Greek. I am an Atheist. If I don't like you, you'll know it. Don't message me if you want to hit on me or anything like that because I'll block you immediately.
A Little About My Family: I grew up living with my mom, grandmother, grandfather, and uncle. My mom has been there with me through everything, and she's the best thing in the world, I'm glad I have her. My grandparents aren't the best, they fight (verbally) like most married couples do, and it's terrible to witness, personally I think they should get a divorce, but oh well, if they're happy then I'm happy. My Uncle never made the best choices, it was heartbreaking to witness what he did while I was growing up, but I'm glad he's still here and doing better for himself. I never got to meet my father since I was 2 or 3, my mother has full custody of me, and I'm still not sure if I want to meet him after everything, but it would be nice to hear about his stories of when he was in Greece.
My Story: Well, in September 2011, I had to move to a new place and go to a new school. It was absolutely terrible. I got depressed, majorly, and I had trouble coping with everything, plus I was bullied a lot. It got to the point where I started cutting and then eventually attempting suicide. 7 times I've attempted in total. The worst one was January 29th 2012. I overdosed on 27.5 antidepressants, it was horrible. The pain, everything. Me, my mom, and my grandfather went to the hospital immediately. I had to drink charcoal, the worst thing you can ever drink. But I deserved it for doing what I did, it was punishment to show you something you shouldn't do. That night, I had a terrible sleep, I kept waking up and I didn't know what was going on, I could have sworn I would have died, but back then, that's what I wanted, to die. After that, I was still depressed, I was having over 300 suicidal thoughts a day, it was hard to deal with. In April, I was submitted to a mental ward to get me the help I needed, and now, I'm no longer depressed. I changed schools too, and everything is a lot better now. Some days, it comes back to me, when I just want to give up, but I think of the people I love and who love me and I wonder what they would do without me. I put my story here so people would hopefully read it and realize things get better in time.
If you're considering suicide or cutting or other ways of self harm , think for another minute. What about everybody who cares about you, do you really want to hurt them? You have a future, you could help somebody in the world, you have potential. Everybody does. By the way, you can always message me if you need somebody to talk to.