There is no certain time I can remember when I first felt it. I remember it like I remember I played soccer when I was a toddler. The memory is there but it is fuzzy and unclear. To me it is as though the past six years have been one crazy night of drinking, I can only remember bits and pieces. The small things are gone. Every time I think about how that one seed of doubt about myself was placed in my mind I remember one person. It's strange though, I think about a younger me and that person is always there. Telling me how much she loved me. Calling me beautiful. Her hugs were magical and I loved her, and thought she was so beautiful. She grew to hate me for some for some reason unknown to me. She hated me I saw it in her face. She had the same snobby, backstabbing, and conniving sense about her as the cliché mean girl in high school. I tried to please her and be the person I thought she wanted me to be. Every time I tried to please she just got more and more mean. She hated me and I loved her. I called her grandmother.
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How to Breathe Underwater
Teen FictionDepression has been my life since I was 13. I consumed my soul. It took my self confidence and planted a dead of doubt in its place. The people outside of my immediate family have no clue what goes on in my house. I have two loving caring parents. T...
