I’ve been bullied since 2nd grade. And at home I had to constantly listen to my mom’s boyfriend berate and belittle me and my brother for hours every night. I started cutting myself at 9 years old because I wasn’t allowed to react in any other way. My step-brother tried to molest me for years, I never felt safe in my own house. To this day I can’t say it out loud, and therefor no one knows about it. And yet I feel as though I shouldn’t be as damaged as I am. I feel responsible for everything that has happened, and I can’t handle being a dissapointment to anyone, so I bend to everyones will. And I hate myself for it. I feel like there’s no way I’m ever going to heal and be able to live a normal life, and the only reason I don’t kill myself is because it would make other people upset.