I am 15 years old, and I have endured a lot of trauma in my life. My father was abusive, an alcoholic, and a drug-addict (That goes the same for one of my mothers past boyfriends, but that is years ahead). It weighed a lot on me throughout the start of my childhood, as I felt helpless; too young to intervene. My father then went to prison, in which he eventually committed suicide while still imprisoned. At about 10 years old, I started to develop suicidal tendencies and depression. I was truly disappointed in myself, as I began comparing myself to my father. I did not want to end up like him. I then began self-harm, in around 7th grade if I’m correct(13 years old), and it took a lot of courage to ask for help. I didnt want help, despite knowing that I needed help, so I didn’t advocate for myself despite having so many resources. Fast forward to now, Junior year of High School, I am doing pretty good…well, I have been up until now. I dug myself back into that hole. Even deeper.