Last year, I was hospitalized because I was just at a bad spot, I was stressed out after almost a decade of Childhood abuse at a stupid Christian school, in 2011 I finally left the Private school and went into Middle school, I was extremely relieved but the abuse made me who was after I left, even today. I was very agitated and I felt like was so different.
Throughout 2011 to 2014, I felt that I was better off dead and in eighth grade I just felt lonely, different, depressed, and I realized that I was gay. In February 2014 (14 months ago and a month prior to my signage to ATRL), I decided to check myself in as an Outpatient at a Medical complex in Bedford.
In the middle of mental rehabilitation in March 2014 (13 Months ago; The month I signed up for ATRL), I came out to my Mom and she was like "why", she told my Dad after I told her and he said the same thing

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At the Hospital...

, I felt liberated from the stressful world, like I was in heaven, I could just be myself and just have 15 minutes of peace. I've made so many memories and friends, I was happy. I felt like I was happy for the first time in my life...
After I got so much help, such as Therapy sessions, I was getting better but my Anxiety was tragic I wouldn't even speak to anyone. After raising my dosage on Lexapro (Escitalopram), I was in a more happier place and my Anxiety improved.
So many things have happened in the past months, I went to Dallas Pride, I came out to so many people and I just don't know how I did it.
I feel like this was yesterday.
EDIT: All of that was when I was 14-15, now I am 16.