I want to share my story to spread awareness. It started in the 9th grade; I drew artistic lines on various places on my body, such as my arms, thighs and stomach. In order to cope with the heavy cloud, above my head, that constantly disturbed my tranquility. I developed a negative image towards my body, I desired an extremely thin waist. As well as, my bones to stick out faraway. In fact, I skipped meals , and cleanse my stomach; by purging each meal I consumed on a daily basic. Even, exercised behind closed doors to the point where my lungs felt helpless, by this time; I ended up at the emergency room with a slow pulse rate and a weak heart. Then, I spend a while in the hospital and received intensive treatment. At last, the doctors discharged me from the hospital. Later on, I resumed to my life, however my eating disorder improved a lot but, my depression worsened. To be more specific, I overdosed during my second semester of college and I was very close to death. once again I retrieved to my second home "The hospital ". Although this time, I was admitted to the mental asylum. It was such frightening place, yet at the same time , I felt safe. Not to mention that the staff members were angels that helped the wounded souls. Deep down I knew that I didn't belonged locked inside a building, I had a vision to impact the world and filled my family's life with love and joy. That is the reason why I survived in that hectic place. Unfortunately, I was also diagnosed with borderline line personality disorder , and it clicked in my head my unstable moods and behaviors.To sum up, I carry a long history of illnesses. Despite that, I'm not ashamed of my story. Because of the mistakes I committed throughout my life. I gain an awesome perspective about life, and my character strengthen and is much stronger, wiser and loving due to my suffering.