I was around 15 years old when i first experienced self-harm; this was a result of my mother's death. After this incident my father grew distant he started suffering from depression. My elder brother, reacted to the fact that our only living parent was rarely home; he started committing several crimes, such as: graffiti, smashing windows,etc. Eventually he got sent to jail for these consecutive crimes. Thus i had nobody, having friends was out of the question as my neighbourhood was very unsafe due to all the gangs, criminals and drug dealers that lived close by. I felt lonely and worthless, as if i disappeared tomorrow nobody would notice. When i finally graduated from high school i got a scholarship to NYU, even though my life at home wasn't great, i didn't let it get in the way of my studies. I was 21 when i First seeked help; i realised my mistakes and was ready to overcome them. From that point onwards i went to regular therapy sessions.
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