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true story<br />
My monsters and me: how a love of<br />
horror helped me face my demons<br />
Katie spent much of her life feeling as though she didn’t fit anywhere. Years<br />
of bullying, loneliness, and anxiety eventually led her to self-harm and<br />
suicide attempts. However, it was in the dark world of monsters and horror<br />
that she found comfort, an understanding of herself, and a place to belong<br />
Writing | Katie Evans<br />
Have you found that place where you<br />
feel you truly belong? That sense of<br />
warmth, joy, and relief? Well for me, it<br />
was Halloween. As a therapist, I feel I<br />
should be talking about something more spiritual<br />
or tranquil, but it was, and still is, Halloween.<br />
You might ask why this corny event should<br />
mean so much to a 35-year-old woman from<br />
Liverpool, but the reason is quite simple.<br />
Halloween is a place for the misfits to belong.<br />
I have always felt like a misfit, either because<br />
I hated the way I looked, or because as an only<br />
child I didn’t develop the best social skills. I<br />
struggled to make friends, and was painfully<br />
shy. Everybody else seemed to manage in the<br />
world, but for me it felt like a nightmare. I was<br />
lonely and sad, and by the time I was in my midteens<br />
the depression and desire to die seemed<br />
inescapable.<br />
I had a pretty normal upbringing. I lived with<br />
my parents in a quiet area on the outskirts of<br />
Liverpool. I was close to my grandparents, had<br />
some friends, and enjoyed trips away and playing<br />
outside. I attended a small primary school and<br />
started to do pretty well, despite my shyness. It<br />
was towards the end of primary school that the<br />
bullying started, a theme that would stay with<br />
me, in different forms, until my 20s. In high<br />
school it only got worse.<br />
I was a lanky teenager who hit puberty late. I<br />
had bad skin, needed glasses in class, and at one<br />
point had a head brace to rectify my overbite. I<br />
looked in the mirror and hated who I was. I tried<br />
everything to fix my looks, and I fantasised about<br />
being somebody – anybody – else. In reality, I was<br />
an average looking girl, but in my head, I was a<br />
monster.<br />
I didn’t have the tools to control any of this, or to<br />
manage the huge feelings that I was experiencing.<br />
So much was building up inside me, and the<br />
medication that was supposed to help only seemed<br />
to make things worse. When I was around 15, I<br />
began self-harming. I don’t think it was a cry for<br />
help, because I didn’t want anyone to see. But I<br />
knew that I needed something. I wanted the pain<br />
to go away, I needed to find relief of some kind.<br />
I clearly remember sitting in the garden with my<br />
parents on a sunny day, and telling them that my<br />
life felt like a prison sentence, and I wanted to be<br />
free. It was not long after that I took an overdose; I<br />
still feel tremendous guilt about that day.<br />
My later teens saw me start to discover and<br />
embrace counterculture. I had one big passion<br />
that had been with me since childhood; monsters.<br />
The first picture of me from Halloween is at<br />
around 18 months old, clinging to a mask and<br />
smiling. From then on, I threw myself fully into<br />
everything spooky. >>><br />
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