..are nifty. Start you off with a little bit of me. My name is Katelyn. I’m a 16 year old girl living in Georgia with my dad. I’m homeschooled. And I’m scared of people.

Two years ago I never would have thought that I would be the monster I have become. I never thought I would do any of the horrible things I have. Sadly done, the decisions I made were wrong. I have battled addiction, depressed, and suicide attempts. I have felt the touch of an abominable perverted man. I have been pushed around by my mother’s boyfriend. I have had my heart torn in two by my family and friends. A few bad experiences and I have became someone I do not recognize nor like.

Summer of two thousand and seven, my addiction wasn’t really an addiction at first. The more sips of alcohol I took, the more everything got out of control and my addictions got steadily worse.  Somewhere in my addiction, my mother and step-father decided they were getting a divorce because my mother found someone new and they were no longer happy with each other. In August, I moved in with my mother and her boyfriend, Scott, and started school. Everything was going alright until one night in early September. I got into an argument with my mother which eventually turned into a big catastrophe. Scott got involved. He called my things my mother usually wouldn’t allow anyone call me and pushed me around a bit. The next week I moved to Columbus, GA with my father. After being there a while, I decided to drop all of my addictions.

Thanksgiving of two thousand and eight, over a year of sobriety, I ruined it.  It was a long night, and everyone had gone to bed. While I was trying to sleep, a neighbor walked in through the back door and took advantage of my condition. A thirty year old married man had tried to hurt me in the worst way possible.  He left, I cried, and went to sleep.

After the incident on Thanksgiving, I started seeing a therapist. I saw her a couple of times, but seeing her wasn’t enough. On Christmas night of two thousand and eight, I had injured myself and told my boyfriend, Jordan. Jordan immediately called my father. My father ran upstairs and made me show him the injuries. He yelled for my step-mother to come.  For the first time in my life, I saw a tear stream down my fathers cheek. At that point, I hated what I had done.  That night, he slept next to me and took me to a behavior hospital the morning after. I was diagnosed with depression and started taking antidepressants. I spent four long nights and three dreadful days there.

That was a paper I wrote at school for my teachers eyes only. Forgive me, my first blogs are usually awful. I hope I’m not giving out to much information.

At the moment, the only thing really stopping me from SI is my current boyfriend who makes me extremely happy. Although, when he’s not around or when I’m not around him. The only thing that pops up in my mind is injuring. It’s as if I have this outrageous craving to injure. I made a promise to him that I wouldn’t hurt myself, and I plan on keeping that promise. I’m just scared that if something happens, I’ll end up breaking it.

Venting how I feel helps me a lot, so sorry if I’m like, “FGHDFJSHDGSJK weird” >_<