I'm Lindz. Abuse has been almost my entire life. I don't really know what it's like to have anybody around that genuinely cares. I don't have anybody to talk to about anything. I live at home with a parent because I've been having physical problems. I've seen a plethora of specialists, and none of them have been able to tell me what's wrong with me so far. I'm tired all the time. I get short of breath doing little things. I get dizzy, lightheaded, occasionally lose consciousness. I haven't been able to work. I can't focus on school. I quit vaping to see if that's what was causing my problems, but it just made me realize exactly how depressed and messed up I was. Nicotine releases dopamine, if you did not know, and I was a HEAVY smoker and vaper. Every five seconds, I could take a puff. It was my medicine, and now it's gone, and I'm waking up to the reality of how severe my depression has been this entire time. 

I'm just here because I have nowhere else to go. Therapy locally is traumatizing. My parent gets angry at me when I'm not forcing myself to smile. No friends. Just wish everything could stop.