I've had my lot in life. I guess everyone in that group can tell the same. So, I was abused by my father, he beated my mother, and abused me physically and emotionally. He tried to kill me even. Then I learnt he wasn't my father. I lost my mother, my grand-father, I lost my first Mulder, my first love, to suicide. Then I was raped and got pregnant, a child I abandoned... Then i remembred all my mother told me about my real father, and slowly I started to drown. I was very depressed. I had cut after the rape, but then I started cutting again. I went in therapy, have been for three years, and I'm still on antidepressants, both of that help me a lot, but also all the people around me. I haven't cut in about a year I think. It's a great victory. I don't even think about it. It seems absurd to me now. I lost my grand-ma some weeks ago, but it's okay. I can cope differently now.