“Ever since I was a pre-teen I constantly fought with myself, beating myself up about my appearance.
The fact I wasn’t doing as well as I have could have in school; comparing myself to the other kids who were smarter than me, when really I was just as intelligent.
I ended up hanging with a crowd, risking my life and freedom for nothing, harming myself with weed and cigarettes, no time for a real girlfriend, so I dated someone online. Depriving myself from sleep, after a hard days work looking for enemies.
This ended up making me ill, after I got stamped out by a bunch of guys sticking up for my friends. I guess all I wanted was acceptance, but I was waging war on myself only.”
Anonymous, South London