Just keep going

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My name is Madison. I am 13, and I am hopelessly lost in the dramatic middle school system. I never feel accepted OR included.

The pressures of friends and boyfriends and family can be too much and the threat of razors and knives can seem to be enough to keep you sane. This is the way I used to think before I knew any better. Sometimes it can be hard to believe someone actually loves you until they have a good reason to say something about it. I had this thought stuck in my mind that I wasn’t loved. That nobody cared. I became addicted to cutting and burning myself because of these thoughts.

These thoughts would creep up on me when I least expected them. But I told myself, “This isn’t healthy. You need to talk to someone. Maybe not a professional. But someone you trust.” That is when I stopped. People had warned me. Threatened me that they would tell the counselor. Sometimes the temptation of the razor still makes me think. But I tell myself I’m not the only one I am causing pain to. There are people all around you that care. They DO CARE. You need them.

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