by Emily Sherman
I didn’t wake up one morning and decide that life was meaningless. It took years of feeling hopeless.
Growing up, I was in countless hospitals, treatment centers, and group homes
I could not stay in the community for longer than three months. I became institutionalized and was in the mindset that life was nothing but white walls, a mattress, and forcible injections. My life felt as though it was not worth living.
I had the diagnosis of Borderline personality disorder and receiving the diagnosis made me feel validated, but also like I was untreatable. My suicidal thoughts … Read more...