As some of you may know, For a job i deliver Publications around my local town, One of which is the NZ Herald, Today the front page was about a new series they are starting called “Breaking The silence” and Its all about the gruesome truth about teen suicide, Unbeknownst to me, NZ has the highest teen suicide rate in the world and I was almost one of them. So to follow in the footsteps of the New Zealand Herald, I am breaking my silence. Very few people know this about me so I am risking a lot of questions here from those who surround me that read my blog, but If i can help even just one person realize the value of their life, or let just one person know that they are not alone, or encourage one person to come forward and speak up then it will all be worth it.
So Yes, I tried to take my own life, several times. Depression hit around 12 or 13 (Well, i realized what it was at that age) by this age i had already endured some less than nice comments about my weight from family members, one being my great grandmother and the other being a father figure, comparing “skinniness” to a childhood friend, or being told i needed to “suck it in” Not to mention the many bad haircuts. I coped, it didn’t really affect me at the time, it seemed normal to me, that is just how things were. Then my world came crashing down at around 11 years old when Mum met a man and decided to move from our seemingly cute little home just out of Auckland to a tiny little town in the middle of the North Island, Bye bye Happiness and confidence. Initially i tried to be excited, the opportunity to make new friends, and experience a new place again was exciting (we moved a lot) But no, Day one at a new intermediate school also happened to be April fools day to which i was greeted by Vegemite under my desk “Its a prank bro, its a prank” Yeah not funny when you have no one to laugh with. Not long after than i had earned the nickname “Bakery” i’ll give you a second to guess how i achieved that nickname… “I had more rolls than a bakery…” Geniuses they were not but it still cut deep, I learned to smile through it, after all, at 3 pm we get to go home right? Home is a safe and comfortable place… Not anymore, The man mum had moved us in with was less than ideal, no matter how hard i tried, nothing could shake the bad feeling i got from him, i would step on eggshells, lash out for no reason, and lock myself away as often as i could, I guess this is where the Anxiety first came on (Not that i knew what anxiety was) Music seemed to be my only salvation, I could put my headphones on and block out the world, it was my happy place, till i got called out to the family room, dragged along to some event or had to go back to school, somehow school didn’t seem so bad after a while. I managed to make a couple of friends and I coasted by.
High school is a whole other story, The music got darker, the deep hatred for everything in my life got bigger, my persona got darker, and the self hate tripled. In the first year, I started to cut myself, I had no one to talk to about the hurt and hate, My mum was too engrossed in the love she had for this seemingly perfect man of her dreams and to finally have a companion after years of being a single mother, and all she seemed to see of me was a juvenile delinquent daughter who just wanted to wreak havoc on her step ford home. I never felt comfortable talking to my friends because all i could think to myself was that they didn’t really like me at all, i was just the extra person hanging off their group. Alongside the cutting i tried to take control of my weight the only way i knew how, I mean, you cant gain weight if you just don’t eat anything right, or if you eat, just throw it up, easy! this became my life, I mean, how much more of a perfect way to avoid family dinners if i just don’t eat them! and the cutting… well that exchanged the emotional pain for physical pain and that was just so much easier to manage, i didn’t have to talk and it was easy to hide. But when the physical pain stopped helping I tried to make it end for the first time. I don’t remember what happened to lead up to this point, it could have been inappropriate comments from my “Stepdads friends”, it could have been the bullying, but I remember being up really late at night and hunting through the house for whatever pills i could find, a bottle of my stepdads alcohol, and a bit of orange juice to try and make it taste better, and started popping the pills… obviously it didn’t work, my body rejected everything, and i vomited for hours, (bonus for the eating disorder right) and then i went to sleep, only to get up the next morning, slap a smile on my face and pretend like nothing had happened, smiles to hide tears. then a few months later, i met a boy, he seemed to really like me, His dad was friends with my stepdad through a local activity the did together, and we hit it off really well, he became my salvation, we became very close, i was about 14/15 years old at the time, and we lost our virginity together, i started to see a light and life seemed worth living again. We dated for a few months, he lived in a another town with his mum and often visited his dad on the weekends as he was 2 years older and had a car. Skip forward to my schools prize giving, a friend was receiving an award and i really wanted to support him, that same night, mum and her boyfriend had a BBQ at their friends house, they said i could go to this prize giving but i had to leave an hour before it was scheduled to end, and being someone who was spending her days as a shadow, there was no way i was going to get up in front of my entire school to leave, and despite my argument, which admittedly on my part did get a heated and loud (they just weren’t understanding me), i decided to go and sit outside on the curb as i had totally embarrassed myself at their friends house having this argument and didn’t wanna sit around all the snooty people judging me. I was determined to sit out there till it was time to go home, mum came out to try and get me to go inside but no dice. So my stepdad tried to give it a go, drunk. (he’s a pretty heavy drinker) He tried to express how appalled he was at me to treat my mother the way i did, so i proceeded to remind him that he is not my father and i couldn’t care less what he thought of me, a few more colorful words back and forth ends in him pushing me to the ground with his hand around my neck (I was still sitting on the curb) and then swung against mums car, a very poor attempt to help bring me inside, clearly this resulted in shock, a struggle to get him away from me and running away. I ended up at a friends house where she gave me marijuana to calm down, mum and her man tried to come pick me up after their party but clearly i wasn’t going anywhere with him. So my friends and I decided to go for a walk to get some “munchies” and get free for a while, Prior to this i had tried to ring my boyfriend to tell him what had happened and try to get him to take me away from his nightmare, to which he responded the he didn’t want to get involved as my stepdad was also a friend of his and that he thought it best to take a break from the relationship, the ultimatum was given that he either wanted me or he didn’t, to which he didn’t. Cue my world crashing, the light was gone, and attempt number 2 on my life happened, as we were walking in the fresh night air i heard a train, holding back tears i headed for the tracks, “this time it will definitely work!” I clearly forgot i had two people with me who stopped me going further. I eventually went home after 3 days, pretending life was perfect again, I met some new people, a few years older than me, and turned to drinking, and smoking, i was never home and i was numb. The eating disorder was still there, and i started cutting myself again, but i was getting by, staying at friends houses, or sneaking home when the mum and her boyfriend were asleep.
Fast forward give or take a year, a failed unfaithful relationship and an abortion later, attempt number 3 was made, this time in the form of a very deep cut on my wrist, deep enough for mum to send me to a doctor for stitches, apparently it was my closest call yet.
After this, action was taken, I was moved to my grandparents house, changed schools, was put on a lot of anti depressant pills and sent to a psychiatrist, none of which worked and one more attempt was made, This is when I tried to cut my neck, this is one no one else has ever known about and it wasn’t deep at all, more like a light cut/deeper scratch which I had to hide with high neck tops and scarves people joked that I had hickeys on my neck, to which I laughed along with them but inside I was panicking that they would try an remove my scarf, i would dream about my Nana’s sleeping tablets and get up in the middle of the night to hold and look at them but something held me back from taking them.
Over the next few years I cut my legs and lighter cuts on my wrists to relieve emotional pain, and I still battled on and off with my eating disorder till I hit 18. But as far as I can remember I didn’t make any further attempts on my life.
To this day, i still suffer with severe depression, I cringe when I hear a train, I am broken and hide inside myself when my depression takes over me, if I see someone’s scars I feel their pain and being double the weight i was and still hate myself immensely and don’t even get me starts in my social anxiety, I barely leave my house but My life is worthy, and so Is yours. It may not seem like it at times but there is hope, there is help and there are others. You are not alone!
My story may not make any sense and i have tried to keep it as simple as i could as well as trying to tell 10 years of my depression in a way that can be understood but like I said, If i can help just one person then opening my soul to the world would all be worth it.
This goes without saying but if you don’t have something positive to say, please don’t say it, I genuinely felt like my peers and family were better if without me there, I was a burden, and inconvenience, they didn’t need that extra anguish, so please know this before commenting about selfishness! this is my story and it is very raw in my heart, I only have the very best intentions in sharing this and i don’t want to hear your comments unless they are kind and positive.
If you or someone you know is suffering then please reach out, don’t brush it off, it could save their life.
Call Lifeline 24/7 Helpline:0800 543 354
Or visit their website for information http://www.lifeline.org.nz/Suicide-Intervention_2022.aspx
If you believe you, or someone you know, may be in immediate danger, please call 111.
Thank you for taking the time to read this hefty novel of a post, I appreciate you!
You are worthy! Your life is Irreplaceable!