I’ve always lived a privileged life where I’ve gotten most of the things I’ve wanted. And I’m thankful for it.

Despite the privileges, I’ve grown up with different traumas that have made me seek professional help. I was diagnosed with multiple things (ie, depression, anxiety disorder, boarder line personality disorder, schrotofereniform disorder, panic disorder and an eating disorder) 

At the core of my heart I believe I don’t deserve anything goof because I’m worthless, and deserve everything bad because I’m worthless. I’ve received all the support that I need weather it’s in the form of having close friends and family or resources. I always get told that by my mother, which I understand because not a lot of people get the opportunity that I have for recovery. I remind myself that everyday. This is why I believe I wasn’t meant to be in this world. This is why I believe I don’t deserve to live.