Krista Kovatch
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A Beautiful Mess Who I Like to Call Me
I had a beautiful childhood with parents who loved me to the point that I started to believe there was truly no one else in the world like me. Life beat me down a bit and I lost that belief for awhile; however it all came full circle and I know that I am a special kind of beautiful. When I talk about beauty, I'm speaking of beauty that comes from resilience. I'm talking about beauty that comes from feeling so low you never thought you would get back up from the depths of hell... But you did. Let me explain. I was a happy child with a brother who was my best friend. I was outgoing and involved in numerous activities in school. This continued until about middle school. When I was 11 going on 12 years old, I experienced my first bout of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I didn't know at the time what that even was or that I had this disorder. I began having thoughts that terrified me and compulsions I had no control over, such as washing my hands to the point they cracked and bled. These feelings and actions had sunken me into the deepest, darkest hole of depression. I was sleeping to escape and in my waking hours my thoughts would torture my soul. I suffered this way up until high school and then I had to do something.
By Krista Kovatch6 years ago in Psyche