PIXIE ACIA x GOOD HYOUMAN
THE STORY: As a little girl I was lucky enough that my parents always had me doing something active. As far back as I can remember I was on the swim team, skiing, track and cross country, volleyball, basketball, (boy was I terrible at volleyball), even on the boys wrestling team. As I matured and was old enough to start to understand life and the other not-so-healthy situations I had been in throughout my childhood, the depression started to sink in.
Being a survivor of sexual abuse at a young age was difficult to cope with, and to understand. I found myself crying every day. I felt insecure, helpless, angry, shameful, and like a victim. I moved from house to house; my mom’s, my dad’s, my grandparent’s, friend’s of friends. I wore provocative clothing, I dyed my hair, I did drugs, I got tattooed, pierced and partied hard – all to escape, or to feel like I had control, rather. Eventually it got so dark at night that I had to see therapists, lots of them.Psychologists, psychiatrists, hypnotherapists, school counselors, you name it. I tried so many antidepressants; I can’t even remember all the drugs they had me try. I eventually found one that “worked” and I stayed with it for a long time. 10+ years actually. It was interesting; it wasn’t like everything was “okay” and peachy again, but life just didn’t have the same affect on me as it did in the past. I wouldn’t bawl my eyes out every time my feelings were hurt, and sad movies wouldn’t make me cry for hours on end. I still felt insecure, sad and lonely, but I could control my emotions a bit more. Eventually, I started to see a little light at the end of the tunnel.
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