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While I stood there half-asleep, washing dishes like she forced me to, she poured the pot of cold soup over my head and video-called my grandma to show her. My grandma didn’t stop her, she just acted confused while my mom kept yelling. I stood there covered in cold soup, washing the dishes because I didn’t have a choice. If I cried or said anything, she’d hurt me more. So I just stood there and took it.

That night was the first time I tried to take my life. I didn’t really understand what killing yourself meant, I just thought if I took enough pills, I’d die. So I took two bottles of aspirin, drank some of her wine, and went to bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night throwing up and hallucinating, convinced there were spiders crawling all over me. She didn’t take me to the hospital. She just handed me a bucket and locked herself in her room to play games on her phone while I was actively overdosing.