12-04-2010, 09:01 PM
When I was 6, my parents knew I had 'problems'. They took me to a physiologist... I was told I was bipolar. At that time I thought I was a polar bear. -_-
Now I know that I am not a polar bear. My friends abandoned me, all but two. Liz and Kurt. They were my saviors for two rough years (During which I started cutting). Both understood how being an outcast felt. Liz's mother and father were drunks, Kurt was ***, and I was bipolar. We became a close group and they helped me.
I now take medication and go to weekly appointments, to make sure I am not cutting myself any more. I have begun to get out more and feel more confidant. It is hard, trust me, but friends are like a life boat. The y will save you, even if they need saving more.
image: from google
edit: by me