My experience with similar worlds
A long time ago, I met someone on this site who was struggling deeply. They were battling depression, self-harming, and being bullied at school. Over time, we grew close, and eventually, we even started dating. For a while, I felt like I had someone who truly understood me.
But one day, they posted a picture of themselves kissing someone else. That moment shattered me completely. I had told them “I love you” so many times, yet no amount of those words could outweigh the pain I felt that day. The heartbreak was overwhelming, and I spiraled into self-harm myself—a habit I sadly carry to this day. I know it’s wrong, but sometimes I don’t understand why I still do it.
At the time, I turned to my friends, pouring out everything I felt. They listened, supported me, and offered advice on relationships. I took their words to heart and decided to stop dating altogether. I’m still waiting for “the one,” though this post isn’t about that.
Looking back now, I try not to dwell on those memories too much. They don’t affect me anymore the way they used to. It’s a part of my past, but it no longer defines me.
But one day, they posted a picture of themselves kissing someone else. That moment shattered me completely. I had told them “I love you” so many times, yet no amount of those words could outweigh the pain I felt that day. The heartbreak was overwhelming, and I spiraled into self-harm myself—a habit I sadly carry to this day. I know it’s wrong, but sometimes I don’t understand why I still do it.
At the time, I turned to my friends, pouring out everything I felt. They listened, supported me, and offered advice on relationships. I took their words to heart and decided to stop dating altogether. I’m still waiting for “the one,” though this post isn’t about that.
Looking back now, I try not to dwell on those memories too much. They don’t affect me anymore the way they used to. It’s a part of my past, but it no longer defines me.
13-15, M