This story is about a 16 year old girl, Adrian Hellington as she find her way through life. She endures the effects of her childhood and the trauma it caused, along with the PTSD she faces. This story portrays the life of an unusual encounter of hop...
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Carly left 2 hours ago leaving me to fend against my own thoughts once again.
Sometimes I just can't fathom how people can smile all day long without having that feeling creeping up on them.
I've had anxiety and depression basically my whole life. The worst combination known to man.
I've never been one to open up about my depression or anxiety.
I like to keep to myself as an act of hating being vulnerable. Sometimes I do wish more people knew.
My dads side of the family is alcoholism and depression while my moms side is addiction and anxiety.
"I'm just the luckiest girl alive" I mutter hoping no one was around to hear as I wash the dishes left over in the sink.
That's when I see Joseph walk in, my second oldest brother.
Our families living situation is very confusing. Almost everyone in our family has had to live at our grandparents house before.
My siblings usually come and go on the weekends or during the summer since this house is basically an alternative to our moms.
"What are you doing bitch?" I ask sarcastically as if I'd ever be interested.
"What does it look like bitch?" He say while he's grabbing stuff to make noodles.
"Do you want some?" He asks when he notices I'm staring.
"No I'm good" I say as I feel that creeping feeling coming back. Sometimes I don't understand my brain, it's fine one moment and chaotic the next.
I watch as he's making the noodles and hear my stomach growl slowly. I cough trying to cover it up which seemed to work because he didn't pay any mind.
"I'm going to my room, text me if you need me" I say as I continue walking down the stairs.
My peaceful room.
As I lay down about to take the most fatest nap. I hear my phone buzzing only to look down and see a text from my mom.
Mom: Hey honey, how are you?
If only you knew...
Me: I'm good mom how are you?
Mom: Pretty good after I just received some news. Grandma and grandpa are allowing me to stay at their house after my heart attack they want to watch over me.
My moms been in rehab recovery for almost 6 months, im proud to say the least. Even though there are remaining health problems, at least she was clean.
Me: That's great mom, when are you moving in?
Mom: I should be moving in about a month.
Me: Oh okay great well I was just about to take a nap so do you care if I call you later?
