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December 2011, I was 14 years old.I was 90 lbs. 35 lbs underweight.I wasn't in school, hadn't been for months, because I was expelled from the school district for overdosing on Xanax at school. (Wasn't trying to kill myself, just trying to get high)I had permanent damage to my liver for ingesting 70 Tylenol with alcohol. (I was trying to kill myself here)My body was covered in scabbed up cuts and burns, self inflicted.On December 19, 2011, I had just gotten out of my sixth stay at a mental hospital. Where I was sent because I cut too deep and needed stitches for the wounds and wasn't to be trusted by myself.I was woken up at 4 am by two fat people I had never seen before dressed in all black telling me to get up and get in their car.“who the fuck are you?” I said.“Respect us and we'll respect you. Otherwise well handcuff you. Your choice.”I immediately shut up. I started grabbing clothing. i asked where I was going.They told me I was going to Utah, to a school just for the weekend so I can be healthy. They said I'd be there maximum 2 weeks.I came downstairs and all my things were packed, with my parents and brother standing there crying. I had no real idea what was happening.I got on a flight at 6 am with one of the people. They're called transporters.I ended up in utah. It was snowing everywhere. I had never seen snow, I was from Southern California. Two men in a 15 passenger van picked me up. I asked them, just to reiterate,“What's the maximum amount of time I'll be here?” I asked.“Do you mean the minimum?”“No, the max.”“Well there is no maximum. Some girls have been here for 4 years. Usually the minimum stay is 9 months. Average is 2 years.”My whole world stopped. I had an old cat at home, specifically 19 years old. I didn't know these men. I didn't know why this was happening.“Don't worry though!” They laughed. They looked at me while I crying curled up in a ball on the seat. “It's gonna be just like home. You have a new mom and dad here. We’re a family.”Fuck your family, I thought. I have my own family. I don't need yours.I stayed for 22 months. It ended up being an all girls residential treatment center. I lived alongside girls from all over the world, all more or less fucked up as I was. I met 15 year old girls who were sex slaves. I met 13 year old meth addicts. I met 17 year olds who were stabbed and raped and left for dead in a desert. I met girls who just had parents who sent them there for being stubborn sometimes. I always felt bad for those ones. Ones who you knew shouldn't be there. They always did well in the program though. Since it was 30,000$ a month, I met many billionaires daughters. also met girls who’s parents were famous actors and famous comedians and famous singers. Including girls who had to go by fake names because their families were scared of people stalking their daughters. And trust me, some daughters would've had stalkers if anyone knew where they were. One of my housemates sold photos of another celebrities daughter to TMZ after she got out of treatment. It was very disappointing. Funny how the tabloids always spin things all crazy though. I learned just how fake the stories could be from that!I have a crazy amount of connections now. Funnily enough though, I have no friends in person. I talk to a ton of the girls I went to treatment with, but they all live pretty far away from me. I got out of treatment a month before my junior year. I started at public high school for the first time and had no idea how to socialize. I was so used to the competitive and sneaky nature of treatment. Like Stealing food and always looking for things to harm myself with. (That behavior ended after awhile thankfully) I never went to a high school dance and I never made a friend group. Never joined any sports because I have permanent hip damage from treatment. They would make us run for miles, and since so many girls were liars, they wouldn't believe you if you needed to see the doctor. So they wouldn't take you and make you keep doing all the same shit. I was sick many times and wasn't allowed to have medicine because I was told I am lying. They often got me confused with other girls and their behaviors. It was frustrating, you'd say “Can I have what she's having?” And be told “That's a thinking error. Everyone is different. You don't get the same things she does.” But if you asked, “I'm in pain can I see a doctor?” You'd be told “Everyone's hurting, you're no different.”It was pretty twisted and I have a lot of issues from the way things were handed. You weren't allowed to question anyone. And of course, as with jail, the guards (staff, ha) would abuse their power. A girl was raped repeatedly by one staff member. I would often get made fun of for my lack of weight back then and was told I looked so ugly I should lay on a bench, and homeless people would give their money to me.I was there longer than most. One of my closest friends was there for 4 years.I was there from barely 14 to about to turn 16. I think my social issues I have now are because I was not around other normal teenagers during an important developmental stage. This treatment center wasn't my first rodeo. I spent most of age 12 & 13 in psych hospitals because of my self harm. I socialized with people who jumped out of moving cars willingly to try to die, people who attempted to stab their parents, people who were raped by their fathers and brothers, people who weren't like anyone else normal people would ever meet.Im 18 now. I'm married to a Marine who I've been seeing since February 2014. I met him 6 months out of treatment and he's taught me more about how to love myself and love life than 4 years collectively in facilities ever did. I haven't self harmed in over a year. I've had tragedies happen and not tried to kill myself. I have learned how to be kind to myself and others and how to be a productive member of society.I I don't expect anyone to read this, but my teenagehood as a whole has been pretty fucking interesting. There are some stories from the facilities I will never share. Things I can never repeat. Things I wish I could unsee. But I'm alive and grateful I went. I know I'd be dead if I didn't.--Side notes:My parents didn't pay the 30,000$ a month. My school district paid for it. I was the last person to ever get that. Pretty sure the district went broke because of me.My cat, my whole world, whom was 19 when I left lived to be 22 years old. I like to think she waited for me. She died in my arms. I came home every day from school and she would stare into my eyes purring away. She was there for me my whole childhood, which, by the way was filled with abuse. (I'm not fucked up for no reason). Anyways. She was my soulmate. Moe. my angel.I had been in a residential center before. I was kicked out after 31 days because they could not handle my habits. I self harmed there. With erasers and staples. Both of those were banned after me.It was always kind of funny to me, the way people would change once they knew my past. At first I was always the new girl who was kinda hot. (I went to two public high schools, switched after being bullied so bad at the first). People would think I'd be this super cool girl who went to parties and all that and then they'd find out I was in a mental hospital for the majority of my early teenagehood and had no fucking clue how to socialize like a normal person. They'd go from “you're so cute what are you doing later” to “are you going to hurt me?” LOL.I did end up going back to a mental hospital one more time after I left treatment. 2 weeks before graduation. I still graduated.Thanks for reading.

It’s been about a month I was away from Quora as I was working on an important project plus I had to do some Diwali shopping.One afternoon I went to a nursery to purchase some indoor plants for decorating the house.As I was shopping some plants I heard a loud hovering noise from the sky. When I looked up there was a helicopter hovering over my head.I later realized that I was standing next to a billionaire’s mansion and it was his helicopter which was about to land.Those who of you live in Pune would know whom Im referring to.He is one of the real estate tycoons of Pune and had started off his career at 17 borrowing 10,000 INR from his parents to buy an auto rickshaw and now owns luxury hotels.Commendable, isn’t it?While on the other hand, many of my friends pursued entrepreneurship and hardly anyone of them succeeded.It’s not because they were lazy, less intelligent or slackers, its because they didn’t really understand what entrepreneurship is all about.Most people think that if they learn to code an app they can be entrepreneurs.A lot of people are develop apps and calling it as a startup which is completely false. A startup is lot more than an app.Here is what most people think entrepreneurship is:Being able to code.Being able to speak publicly.Attend startup events for “Networking”.Reading business/startup books.Listening to talks by founders.Approaching investors.What entrepreneurship really is:Knowing the ins and outs of the market.Understanding the psychology behind consumer buying behaviors.Understanding customer acquisition strategies.Going out in the market to sell.Door to door sales.Knowing about value creation.Making sales calls.Knowing core metrics like the acquisition costs, operating costs, life time value of a customer.Delegation and management.and the list continues.Now the main question is, how do I learn the strategies mentioned above?The answer might seem oversimplified but here it is:By actually doing it.Just go out in the market and sell something, if you have no products to sell then sell other people’s products for a commission.Im sure you will not make money doing this but you will learn a lot of things out of this experience.You will understand how hard it is to ask for money from strangers in exchange for your product.If you are a guy/girl in your 20s and if you really want to be an entrepreneur then you must focus on learning how to sell.I have come across a lot of wannabe entrepreneurs who have a team, an office and a fancy startup name but they cant sell profitably.If you don’t want to end up like them then be sure to face the hard things like selling head on and then no one can stop you.Don’t be ashamed to start small:Not everyone has wealthy parents or connections when we start off.Hence you need to realize that you have a very limited set of options and you need to start with what you have.Go door-to-door, try talking to people, tell them about your product. Don’t just try to persuade them into selling, instead try understanding their real needs.Your first business wont make you rich but it will teach you a lot which will lay out the foundation for your future success.Focus on creating value for your customers:The problem with most entrepreneurs today is that they are self obsessed.Entrepreneurship has been glamorized and most entrepreneurs today are focused on achieving fame and the dream lifestyle.In reality, as an entrepreneur, you should obsess over your customers.You should obsess over the value you provide to your customers.The billionaire I mentioned in my answer was always made sure that he provided real value for his customers, be it a auto rickshaw business or real estate, both businesses provide value to people.People wont care how good looking you are, or how charismatic you are, they just care about the product/service they buy form you.Hope this helps.

I’m 15 years old. Before you judge me about anything, let me be clear. I grew up in a muslim family. My parents have always been protective and supportive. They never let me hang out with guys. They never let someone else close to me, so that i could study and marry happily. But I screwed things up. You might think im a slut.. but you need to listen..There was one guy that I was talking to(through social media).We were friends at first, then things grew and we both understood that we are more than friends. We ve never met but i started to catch feelings for him already. He meant so much for me. Then he joke around with my love to him, and i left him.Things never gotten worse. I was hurt and in pain. I needed help. After few months, we saw each other in a party. He was having fun, i was having fun. I acted like i dont care about him. This went like this.Then I came home and texted him. (I hate myself for doing this) . We started to talk again. He had always been rude to me, even though i loved him. He asked me to meet him and do stuff. I agreed. I was sooo nervous because he’d be my first kiss. I was kinda excited.Then we met. He started to touch me . And i let him do it(even though i was uncomfortable) . He started to touch my ass and undressed me. Then he pulled his d*ck out and asked me to suck it. I was reluctant. And I did what he asked( im sorry ) .Then he asked me to film and i said no. He was like please i said no. You are not going to do that. He then said it’d be only like a memory. I reluctantly agreed. While i was giving him a blowjob , he filmed 10 seconds to his snapchat. Then we were done. I left that horrible place with horrible feelings.I came home wondering why i did this disgusting thing to myself. Why i let him do it and let him film it as well.. How will i look at my mom’s face? How will i step out of home again?.. I couldn’t talk to anyone about this. I was scared and lonely. A day after, i deactivated all my social media accounts. He didn’t even bother himself calling me. He didn’t even care where I was. I was in pain. I regretted a lot..Then a week passed. I went back to social media. I thought I recovered and thought I’d move on. Then someone texted me . “what the fuck have you done???? ARE YOU OUT OF UR MIND? HOW DID U DO IT??!”I was like what? I didn’t get.Then he said ok . WhateverI said what happened?The video.the moment i read this text, i felt a stab right in my heart. I felt the heat in my chest. I wanted to cry, but my parents would hear. I was desperate. I said im sorry. I tried to explain everything to my friend. He listened to me and didn’t care.Then I wanted to call my best friend and explain everything to her. Then I realized that her profile picture is gone and messages that I sent weren’t delivered. I realized that she blocked me. I went to other best friend. She blocked me as well. I was lonely, broken , and trapped.I took all my strength and texted him in the worst way i could. he told me he didnt do anything, which was a lie of course. I blocked him. I hate him so much for what he did to me.Then other friend of mine texted me “(my name) wtf?” We talked for a while . He calmed me. He said it will be okay. He made sure i wont do this again and never talk to him again.He told me that whole school knows about the video. Everyone has seen it. Everyone hates me for the thing I did. Everyone turned their backs to me. Because I was a slut.The very next day I woke up , and thought all this was a dream. Then I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw the sadness inside me through the mirror. I realized that it’s the truth. I did this. My congratulations. You are a slut.nobody listened to me when I needed help. my friends left me because they were too pussy to protect me and tell them to fuck off. they didnt do it. they wouldn’t do it..i dont know about you, but in our country, doing this is illegal and if you do, everyone will hate you. They dont care if you were the best person, or the kindest one. Its funny how they left me when I was in this situation. Because I helped them through everything, i was there with them through good and bad time. i just learned how fake they are..I don’t know how to live anymore. Who to trust anymore. Everyday I wake up with the fear that my parents would find out about this. Every night I cry myself to sleep. Everything reminds me of that day. I lost everyone around me. Fake people come and go.. everyone was fake..I wish I could go back and change this. But unfortunately, I cant. And I’m living with the consequences..Edit:Guys , I wrote this anonymously and unfortunately, I lost the link. Therefore , I decided to post it 2nd time and add some details.I read all the comments and this is my second time sharing it with you. Words are not enough , honestly. I love each of you , you gave me the best of support and love when I needed it the most. Thank you so freaking much for being here with me. I’ll answer some of your questions now.I’m living in Europe Muslim Country. I’m sick of this country and its people.Therefore, I decided to take SAT exam to get out of this country ASAP. In a month, I’ll be having this exam. But I’m still 10 grader .. I need to wait another year .Currently:My life sucks. These feelings never go away. Everytime my mom goes out, I feel like she’s going to learn everything. I’m tired of being fake to her and to my family. I hate my school and fake people in there. A school full of fake bitches, imagine..I do regret the thing I’ve done. Tho, mostly I regret being best friends with people who turned their back to me. I regret being in a relationship with him , when all he did was to leave me behind . I regret trusting people.I read all the comments one by one. I honestly never got this much support. I cried reading them. Thank you so much for understanding me. I’m surprised of how people that I don’t know at all can protect me and support me this much. My heart melted :)