I have had many psychological issues in my early years of life to a point where I plotted to kill myself. I have been diagnosed with depression but I did not need a diagnoses because I was sad my whole life ever since I was 4. I was bullied for being overweight every day at school and beaten every day by my abusive father when he would lash out his anger towards me and my sister. He is gone now. But I still feel empty on the inside. My recent years in counselling helped me regain my will to live and I have been devoting my life to volunteering at the rehab clinic I was in for therapy. This purpose for helping others go through what I am going through is the one thing that makes my life still worthwhile.
I have no hopes for being in this community, I just want to discover more to life because my life still feels incomplete.
May this be an introduction.