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Jeru
I don't feel like my problems are enough to be in such distress. I feel like they're small and I'm just being a drama king. Are my problems actually bad?
As a kid my brothers were mean and addicted to hardcore drugs and stole literally everything nice everyone had and there was always fighting cause of it plus my parents never really paid any attention to me.
I'm trans so I was born in the wrong body and was forced to live as someone else until 13. I've always been bullied for being a 'tomboy' and an outcast. When I was going into the fifth grade I was switched schools so I starting getting bullied pretty bad at the new one. After that (Sixth grade) I got severe depression from the bullying and gender dysphoria (At least I think it was from that). During summer of sixth grade I came out which was hard as my mom was saying allot of bad things and told everyone rather than letting me come out to them. So I was out and didn't even know it.
Online I met a girl and fell deeply in love with her. She was trans too and completely understood me and I loved her like no one else. We started dating and she was my light she made me so happy and my depression started to lift.
After dating for a while I gotta text saying she died. After that I kept getting text from her friend apparently saying the death was my fault and that she hates me and I should die. The texts lasted for months.
I later found out the death wasn't real. I had to deal with allot of self hate after that and betrayal. I was still left with grief. My mom starting being a huge pain after that to me for school work even though she knew I was struggling emotionally.
I started dating a guy and he ended up lying about a ton of stuff and got drunk and slept with someone else. My trust was completely damaged beyond repair after that.
As a kid my brothers were mean and addicted to hardcore drugs and stole literally everything nice everyone had and there was always fighting cause of it plus my parents never really paid any attention to me.
I'm trans so I was born in the wrong body and was forced to live as someone else until 13. I've always been bullied for being a 'tomboy' and an outcast. When I was going into the fifth grade I was switched schools so I starting getting bullied pretty bad at the new one. After that (Sixth grade) I got severe depression from the bullying and gender dysphoria (At least I think it was from that). During summer of sixth grade I came out which was hard as my mom was saying allot of bad things and told everyone rather than letting me come out to them. So I was out and didn't even know it.
Online I met a girl and fell deeply in love with her. She was trans too and completely understood me and I loved her like no one else. We started dating and she was my light she made me so happy and my depression started to lift.
After dating for a while I gotta text saying she died. After that I kept getting text from her friend apparently saying the death was my fault and that she hates me and I should die. The texts lasted for months.
I later found out the death wasn't real. I had to deal with allot of self hate after that and betrayal. I was still left with grief. My mom starting being a huge pain after that to me for school work even though she knew I was struggling emotionally.
I started dating a guy and he ended up lying about a ton of stuff and got drunk and slept with someone else. My trust was completely damaged beyond repair after that.
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