#999Stories of Mental Health

Hi everyone. My story starts out as a child with my mom and dad divorced and me stayed with my mom while my 3 siblings went with my dad. My mom was a drug addict, and I would wake up in the mornings and see my mom doing all types of drugs. She got so skewed up one day and tried to kill herself, but she didn’t have the balls to do it while I was watching. Child Protective Services

When I was 14, I was diagnosed with lots of disorders. I told my girlfriend about it. She seemed repelled to me because of it and the next week she broke up with me. I was on the brink of suicide and then I started using drugs to numb the pain. I was doing that for a year and three months, then I discovered Juice WRLD and I started listening to his music more and more. Then, his music made

I’m a 16-year-old male from Germany, and I’ve been addicted to benzodiazepines since I’m 14. I started to consume drugs at the age of 12 because of some serious issues in my life. In 2018 my family, i.e. my father, my mother and my two younger siblings died in a car accident I somehow managed to survive. Since then, I’ve been living with my grandmother because she’s the only one who was still in contact with my family.  Because I

I have always grown up with a dysfunctional family, especially since my dad left after my parents’ divorce. Which completely ruined my life considering my dad was the man of the house and had everything under control. He would fill the house with stories, play sports with us, bring us to nice restaurants, ask how our day was and just knew how to bring the family together. But now it’s just awkward for all of us, especially since now I

I’m a teenager of course. I’ve been struggling with depression for 2-3 years. It’s really tough realizing you will not always be protected, loved and respected the way you want, which leads you to doing bad substances that only increase your pain. You start having scenarios that are against you in each and every way. I’ve had mental and medical issues ever since a child which I still have, but overall, I pray for my health and yours.

I’ve struggled with depression and anxiety since middle school. I am now a 17-year-old high school senior, still battling the demons in my head. I’ve seen and been through it all. In 8th grade I was accused of something I supposedly did to my cousin. They didn’t find me guilty of course because I never did it. It was just my word against my cousin’s. What hurt me the most was that it was my own family who accused me.