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The unfinished basement.

Junior high was a really difficult time. I never felt like I fit in. In junior high, I felt it most keenly. I was horribly depressed. Crying all the time. Spending most of my time in my room in the basement. The unfinished basement. I spent my time alone, reading, thinking, hurting.


One day, I took a safety pin and scratched the words HELP ME on my left wrist. I walked upstairs and showed my mom, I wordlessly reached out my arm and showed her my wrist. She went and got a band aid and put it on my wrist. Patted my back and told me she loved me. I stared at her, no tears. Then I went back downstairs.

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