"I suppose I wasn’t really me for quite a while before people noticed. In the end it was school; Mum and Dad were always far too busy to see what was really happening.
I was being really short with everyone, teachers, even my friends; I fell out with quite a few people. I was picking fights, but I didn’t know why. It was almost like it gave me an excuse to be able to shout and scream at someone.
My English teacher asked me to pop into see Jan, our school nurse. After seeing Jan a few times, she said she was worried about me and wanted me to see someone. She mentioned Child and Adolescent Mental Health Services (CAMHS).
I didn’t know what that meant; when she explained, I got quite cross. I told her I wasn’t mad, I didn’t need a shrink.
I went though, just to see if they would be any use. I met a doctor, a psychiatrist, first. But it wasn’t like seeing any doctors I’d met before. We sat in chairs and had a really long talk. That was all.
Then I went again and the same thing happened. Over a few weeks I managed to tell the doctor about what was going on at home; Mum and Dad, the arguing. She wondered about asking the whole family to come to a meeting.
They came. They all came. The doctor was there, but she asked someone she works with, a family therapist, to join us too.
They got Frankie, my little sister, to talk which was amazing because she said she wouldn’t say a thing. They got everyone to say something, somehow - without them really noticing.
Mum was in tears when Frankie said she didn’t like seeing her so sad all the time. I was so relieved. They would really see now that it wasn’t just me. It was all of us.