I dreaded writing this story until now. After my last story about my anorexia, I got so much hate. I am in a really vulnerable place and thought the hate would really affect me, but I don't care now. No matter how much hate I may possibly get for this, I didn't write this story for myself. I wrote this for anyone who may feel like they are alone.

I started college this year, and I am not doing well. I have no friends and am struggling so much with my mental health. Seeing everyone have friends and being happy, hurts. I am not doing well in school. It is my first year of college, and it is already the worst experience. All I want is to die. I am not worth it anymore. Nobody cares I exist, and it seems that the world is gunning for me. Ever since December, things have gone downhill.

I am now in a relationship. I was in a relationship when this happened but couldn't handle it. Being in a relationship so soon after this happened is terrifying, but I got lucky enough to find the most amazing guy. He does anything to help me and make sure I am comfortable. Thank you, hon, for being amazing. I appreciate you so much. He is so genuine and kind. I seriously couldn't ask for anyone better at this point in my life.