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I never truly faced the pain and anger though, which resulted in experiences as an adult that brought me down that dark and lonely path. On this path, I adopted labels as my own. I was told that I was too sensitive. I was labeled with anxiety, major depressive disorder and PTSD. I became a science experiment for various therapies and medications. One day, I came to a fork in the road. One path required me to be medicated, numb and feeling like a zombie. The other path was just as scary, filled with nights of crying myself to sleep, not fitting in and thinking I was alone.