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I had to learn about anxiety at age 8.
I had to learn about depression at age 8.
I had to learn about death at age 8.
I had to try to understand the concept of suicide, at age 8.
I had to learn to keep myself alive, fed, at age 8.
I had to learn to live without support, at age 8.
I had to wonder if my own mother hated me, at age 8.
I had to wonder if it should have been me instead.
I can't keep myself together.
I am barely alive.