Well, I often come across as an extremely happy person with not a care in the world. However, I will give you the rough cliff notes of everything. Take from it what you will.

3 years old: parents split up

4 years old: mother remarried

5 years old: emotional trauma and mild PTSD from seeing an animal slaughtered. School started, then moved house.

6 years old: school started, as did the bullying. Last time seeing father for 3 years.

6.5 years old: moved house, new school, new bullying. First signs of depression. Brother born. I become emotionally neglected in the family.

7 years old: moved twice, bullying still there

7.5 years old: move again, bullying becomes extremely intense. First suicide ideations.

8.5 years old: nearly drowned in bullying gone too far. Nothing done about it.

9 years old: sexually molested by stranger. Nearly raped. Sister born, even worse emotional neglect. Final contact with father, stayed with him for 2 weeks. Never saw him, nor spoke with him again.

10 years old: international move. Bullied less, start getting ethnic discrimination. Puberty started.

11 years old: moved. New school, new bullying.

12 years old: bullying intensified.

13 years old: snapped, put boy in hospital. Bullying nearly stops.

14 years old: emotional neglect morphs into emotional abuse from parents.

15 years old: started getting into more and more fights

16 years old: moved house. Quit school. Depression became extremely intense.

17 years old: suicide ideation becomes much worse. Attempted suicide worse.

18 years old: witnessed 14 year old commit suicide on train tracks. Intense PTSD set in.

So that's the fucked up life of mine. Pretty much no childhood. Not pleasant. I'm 25 now and making some sense of this crazy fucking mess that's supposed to be my life.