Okay, here goes...
When I was about nine years old my mother left without ever telling us why. I felt betrayed, confused, angry, devastated. I remember that like it was yesterday.
When my mother left, my grandmother took me under her wing and raised me. It was great, up until age thirteen.
Grandma and I would fight a ton over stupid crap, like my bed not being made, or not putting my shoes in the closet, how long I sleep during the summer, etc.
Not only that, I was getting bullied at school, also for stupid crap. I started spiraling into depression.
I always thought about killing myself or self-harming, but I never actually went through with