My journey's beginning was almost three years ago now, but I don't think it really began until the end of second year. There were always whispered warnings from students in the year ahead of us that second-year was the toughest, but I don't think anything could have prepared me for IT. The breakdown, or as my parents call it, the thing we don't ever want to happen again. One moment I was sipping coffee and the next I was snapping. I remember calling home from outside the school with sobs lodged in my throat and black eyeliner streaking my cheeks. My parents picked me up and brought me to a...
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