When I first started realizing I liked guys, I began cutting myself. It got really bad. I knew I liked girls so I tried just liking them, but it didn't work. Then I tried just liking guys and it still didn't work. Dealing with bisexuality is the most confusing thing ever and ****s with your mind.
Then I came out to my mom by leaving a note on her bed that said 'I'm a ****ing ******". She saw the cuts on my wrist one day and outed me to my dad. They were okay with it, but I still wasn't. I went to therapy for the cutting. Then things got better.
Then I had to deal with soccer, school, and work and I broke down and started cutting again and tried to kill myself. I went to a psychiatrist and got diagnosed with depression and anxiety.
A year later, I'm out to everyone, I have a beautiful girlfriend, and I no longer need medication. Also my wrist has been cut free since February 2011
