When I was 14 I tried to tell my parents that I wasn't happy, my mum brushed it off as a phase and bought me a pair of jeans. I'm 23 now. From the age of 14 until last year I hid from everyone what was going on. Two suicide attempts and three weeks in hospital changed that.

I know why I lie. I don't want people to know how I really am. I've spent so long hiding it that I find it weird for people in my life to suddenly know I'm not 'well'. People panicked all of last year, wouldn't leave me alone, waiting for me to mess up and then they'd just completely smother me. Their way of caring. And they think I'm an alcoholic. I really am not, so when I drink I lie about it. It upsets my boyfriend to know I've been drinking - we nearly broke up several times last year because of this.

I'd rather lie than go through the hassle of people asking all the time how I am, checking up on me, going through my stuff etc etc....