#warriorstories

"My hands and legs are shaking and I can't breathe at all and I can't control my tears or my breath. I can't control anything in my body and I keep knowing how to finally breathe again but then after a minute I'm not able to again. I feel like I'm dying and my heart's pounding and there's nothing I can do. The people around me think I'm doing all of this on purpose to gain their empathy but I really can't control anything"

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"I never knew how big this would turn out to be,I thought it would be a copy of the stereotypical *lay down and talk to me about how you feel* kind of illness,sharing was my thing but know I really am scared of judgment and labeling and sadly I am judged and labaled,so I never talk or I rarely talk about this to be specific;It all started when I was called a lesbian for having short hair,I really was surprised that for liking my hair short,my sexual preference changed;I was so young so the only 2 choices infront of me were to transfer schools or suffer with the rumors,and I changed schools,I went to a school that I knew had a harsh judgments and stuff and when I tried to talk my parents out of it they said "just let your hair grow and nothing will happen" so I did and I tried to be the girly girl that I am not but acting is less painful than being called a lesbian and I had no tolerance for these kinds of childish acts,I did what every teenager in "e3dady" does,I dated,And I was cheated on by the guy that I liked for 3 years and dated for 8 months,I transferred schools again because I was really suffering from backstabbing and harsh judgments and that summer it all started,i asked myself how everyone else is wrong and I'm losing everyone and how is everyon is wrong about me,it felt like drowning and i asked my mom for help and the first thing she said was "psychiatric". I thought it would be easy but it wasn't,the questions I was asked were bullets going through my skin. After the "psychiatric" talked and talked and perscripted a lot of meds that really messed with my body like lamictal and others,we found out that I was misdiagnosed,I knew that I wasn't clincaly depressed,I refused to take the meds and everyone tried to talk me into visiting someone else and I utterly refused,it was not a topic of discussion to me,I was done with the chemicals making me lose my appetite,my sleep and the sense of feeling anything aroud me. After a while and I really was surprised with my choice and decision,I decided to see someone else,I retold my story again,cried again,but the crying wasn't as hard as the first time and I think it's because I lost hope.I was really mad that they wouldn't tell me what was wrong with me,why my love for coldplay was no longer there,why Drawing was nothing to me,why talking wasn't my thing anymore;I asked and asked and asked,asked the thrrapist,asked the psychiatric,asked my mom and even asked myself and after 14 sessions of therapy, 7 meet ups with the psychiatric and 4 courses of different meds,I got the answer "BPD" I was relieved but sad and it was pretty normal,googled it,got the answeres to my questions and the only thing that haunts me till now,is knowing that it would be too late if I turn 18 with this but here I am,2 years away from my deadline,with a lot of dreams but a little monster slowly eating me alive,I wouldn't say I love life but I'll never say that I hate it,I am strong and I am aware of it but I need more love and attention to what is happening inside my mind. I hate my BPD."

"For the longest time, I hadn't given much thought to my persistent overthinking. But, for the past year, I've known that something must be wrong. It's not normal to go worry about social events like weddings or birthdays from the moment you're invited (even if the fate of the occasion is months into the future). It's not normal to obsessively be afraid for your mother because she's the only family you have left. It's not normal to feel hungover after every flamboyant showcase of your social skills, to feel like you did everything wrong. All of these aren't normal. Or at least, not what a person with a healthy mental state would be worrying about. I've worked on it, this anxiety of mine, the panic attacks are less frequent. The questioning and obsessions are more or less controlled, sometimes even made comical. But sometimes, a trigger just tickles that part of your brain responsible for all the crap, and like one of those Jenga towers, all the blocks that you've been painstakingly building on shaky grounds, come tumbling. So you have to make a decision then. And sometimes, the decision doesn't come instantly, doesn't come easily. The decision to build yourself back up again. These are times that suck. The times in between when you're finding the strength to find your strength."

"Even though I'm fighting everyday to overcome and hide the parts of me I didn't choose, I lust for the day I get to let those parts take over"

"I am Positive"

"I need help in this please. I have a very oily and acne-prone skin. I went to a lot of doctors and tried lots of gel washes, lotions and creams but nothing works with me. I have zero confidence and never see or consider myself girl as my friends or any girl on earth. They are always the best and the ones who gonna win becuse they are so beautiful. I went to a doctor who suggest a medicine "roaccutane, isotretinoin, netlook" whatever the name of the medicine and she asked me to go and make tests for some hormones and all of this shit and take it for 6 months but I AM SO SO SO AFRAID OF THE SIDE EFFECTS. This medicine has a really awful side effects and one of them that may increase my depression as this happened with some girls. This is really scary. But i dont know what to do sometimes i just think about yeah take it and whatever gonna happen to the rest of your body but you will have this clear skin after a while like your friends and on the other side what if those side effects stayed and affected my body in the future, what if i stayed there and keeping struggle with depression and getting worse? What should i do ? Anyone review or feedback about this medicine or something similar!!"

"Please end my suffering Please kill me Please get rid of me from this cruel and corrupted world Someone!! Anyone!!!"