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Trigger Warning!
The following topics will be discussed in the original letter, and response:

·self-harm ·

· depression ·
· low self-esteem ·
· parental neglect (emotional) ·

If any of these topics are triggering, please read with caution.
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Also, please note I am not a psychologist, so I can not diagnose anyone. I can only give my opinion based on personal experience.
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Dear Boo,

I'm glad to see you helping others in need. Lately, I've been having problems.

It all started maybe a year ago.

I think I suffer from depression. I mean, I'm sad all the time and it's all because of my parents and my looks.

Let me start from the beginning–

So, my parents had been ignoring me more and more than usual. I have always been sad because my parents love my little brother more than me. They're always giving him hugs, encouraging him, and it's the opposite with me.

They never hug me and are always telling me what I did wrong. Up to the point where I only come out of my room for meals and to use the bathroom.

But it's worse in my room!

Looking in the mirror I'm reminded of how ugly I am, and at night time I cry myself to sleep.

A month ago I started cutting myself on my right hip and left upper arm. It's been getting worse. I don't know if I'm really depressed, or if I'm just telling myself I am and I'm hurting myself because I think so.

I don't even think my friends care about me. Three of my closest friends and I were talking, I pulled up my sleeve and said, “how did I get a mosquito bite where I cut myself?”. They all froze and looked at me like I was some kind of monster. Then, my best friend (I think) I made a joke about it. She said, “I went to a therapist for making death jokes, and you don't get a therapist for cutting?”!

They all laughed and continued talking, and we never spoke about it again. That made me feel really bad.

I'm just so confused and sad. All day.

I just want to end my life. The only thing that's been stopping me is not being able to find anything to kill myself with.

Please tell me if my friends are real, and if I'm just overreacting by telling myself I'm depressed.

Thank you, and if you put this in your book – please keep me anonymous.

Signed,
Fizzy Bubbles*
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Dear Fizzy Bubbles*,

Hi dear, thank you for writing to me about some of the things you're going through. I know it's not easy to talk about these things with someone.

I want to start by going through your letter from beginning to end. You say everything started a year ago – did anything happen around that time?

The fact that your parents are neglecting you emotionally is very sad. I'm not sure of the age of you and your brother, but sometimes parents will show more affection towards younger siblings. However, that doesn't make it right. I do think parents should make sure all their children feel loved and supported by them.

They are in the wrong to constantly point out your downfalls. We all make mistakes – everyone – but having someone point them out and belittle us will only make things worse.

I cannot diagnose anyone with any psychological disorder, please know that, but I can give you my opinion.

I do think you're severely depressed, and maybe another diagnosis which we can discuss in pm.

Depression is more than just being sad, it is a chemical imbalance that affects many things in your daily life. Depression is very hard to cope with. I myself am diagnosed with depression, bipolar disorder type two (intense episodes of depression, then rare moments of mania), general anxiety, and separation anxiety. So, when I tell you that I understand – I truly, personally understand.

I often seclude myself in my bedroom (by choice), I've been this way for many years. Seclusion is a symptom of depression as well. I will list a graphic of depression symptoms. It's not only in your head, sweetheart. Depression is very real and very evil. Our demons are hell to cope with, but there are ways to help your depression.

Here are some suggestions for coping mechanisms:

Seeing a therapist. This helps many people, including myself. I see my therapist twice a month for an individual session, plus one group session. They can help you with other coping mechanisms, talk therapy, and/or prescribe medication. If this happens don't be ashamed, medication does help. I take two different kinds to create a combo for my depression and bipolar disorder.

Journaling. Writing your thoughts and emotions out can help you get words out that you cannot express verbally. Write if you're happy, if you're sad, or numb. Write any and every emotion! Your journal is your safe place. If you don't feel safe keeping one at home you can install one on your phone; some often come password protected.

Coloring. Seems childish, huh? It's not! As I'm writing this 5 coloring books and my colored pencils are lying at the end of my bed; they are mine, not my kids. Coloring makes you focus on the picture instead of everything going on in your life. It helps you relax and focus when your mind is full of negative thoughts.

Talk to someone you trust. Everyone needs a person. That person is your go-to for anything and everything. That person must be trustworthy 100%, someone you can depend on and someone who won't judge you. Keeping things bottled up does more damage than good.

Text a Crisis Text Line. In America there is a Crisis Text Line (CTL), it is anonymous and open 24/7. They help you during rough moments. Text 741-741. You will receive three automatic texts, then a real-life trained counselor will talk with you. They will take their time getting to know you, and work through the source of the problem. I know this because I'm a crisis counselor for CTL!

Write a letter. Write a letter to those who have truly hurt you. Express every ounce of pain you feel, don't hide any emotion. When you are finished take the later and rip it up, or burn it. That way, everything you want to say is off your chest and the person it’s written to will never find it.

Dance. Dancing to you're smiling, no one is watching!

Sing. Sing in your room or the shower. Get lost in the song.

Listen to music. Listen to your favorite songs, and write down song lyrics. Dig deeper to find why those songs are so important to you.

Write a book. Write an outline for a new novel – any type of novel. Live in a different world where you're fine and have no struggles. Focus on detail to help take your mind into a land far away.

These things can also help you from self-harming. People often cut because they're in emotional pain. Cutting yourself transfers the emotional pain into physical pain. I can tell by your words and actions that you want help, and you want to stop self-harming. I think you want an official diagnosis, so you can begin healing yourself.

Your friend was absolutely in the wrong! That, to me, was a slap in the face. Not only looking at you in disgust, but the friend who spoke up was definitely in the wrong! It seems to me she has issues anyhow – death jokes are not funny, in fact, they are very hurtful. I don't think your friends realize the severity of what you're going through. If I was there I would have made sure you were okay and would have tried to get you to open up. Real friends reach out and care about their friends, not laugh and make their struggles into a joke.

I don't think you want to end your life, I think you just want the pain and neglect to stop. Always know that you're not alone, anytime you need a friend or someone to talk to about anything, I'm here. Remember – you serve a purpose, and you're so brave for speaking up about your daily pain.

You call yourself ugly a few times, what makes you feel this way? It seems like someone has put this into your head, repeatedly. Beauty is not only an outside appearance. Beauty is also how kind, caring, considerate, and passionate someone is.

You, sweetheart, are beautiful!

Your inner beauty shines brightly, as well as your outer beauty. Your smile is your own. You never know when someone is having a rough day, so smile often – it may make someone's day brighter. Your eyes have witnessed pain and sorrow, but friendship and love as well. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, so right off I know you have beautiful eyes. How do I know? Because you have a beautiful soul. I won't speak about body size because every shape is beautiful. Thin. Thick. Chunky. Pear. Every shape is your own. Every man and woman loves different types.

Embrace your figure.

Embrace yourself.

My last advice is to talk to your best friend about how they hurt you. Write a detailed letter to your mom about how you feel, she may be unaware. Make friends with people who you can relate with. Be an example of bravery and strength. Lastly, see a therapist, because I wholeheartedly believe you are manic depressive. We all need a helping hand, doing so shows strength and courage.

Anytime you're overwhelmed, and feel like you want to self-harm, please message me. I'll include many graphics below, hopefully, they can help you.

Finally, hold your beautiful head up and smile – after all, we don't want your princess crown to fall.

Love Always,
Boo