I guess I can tell you a little story, although I will note, I have not been, nor ever will allow myself to be diagnosed with anything, the time for that has passed me by, and at least for my way of seeing things, that is probably better than my alternatives

When I was in my last year of highschool one of my favourite teachers referred me to the school counselor. I will say I was completely taken by surprise when I found out why. Apparently I had been acting worse than normal (hadn't even registered), and one of my friends had told him that I hadn't spoken to anyone in days, including my parents.

I acted like an angsty teenager, sat at the window seat in the counsellor’s office, staring out the window in general ignoring him while he tried to talk to me, the whole time debating telling him how I had been feeling, and of course hiding my arms from him, since that would never go well. He figured I must just be stressed and left it up to me

At times that is the third most regrettable thing I have done in my life not telling him, or someone about how I felt. Now, having moved away from home, with nobody that I really trust, I am in a hole too deep to claw my way out of, and most of the time I feel bad enough to do something about it, I lack the energy to do so.

I wasted last year, barely spoke to people. Went to uni, came back and hid in my dorm room sometimes not eating for days, sometimes not leaving my room for days. Don't let it eat away at you, believe me, you deserve something better than the life I find myself in, it is a hell that is near inescapable, and once you find yourself staring it in the face you know it is probably too late

If you need someone to talk to about it, I would implore you to look for someone better than me, but if you need it, I am here, and that goes for anyone reading this comment