I'm a fighter. That's what I do, fight. I've been here for about 4 months, another 8 months of fighting then I'm out. An inch to giving up, yet I'm still alive. I've learnt a lot since I've left Texas, not only from the university but from myself. I may have a psychological mental illness but I won't let that stop me. A wise women once said: 'Follow your dream, no matter what'. That's what I plan to do. I've decided to volunteer down at the children's centre of the hospital. Maybe if someone had helped me when I was that young, I would be a better person today. When my course here has ended, I will carry on studying at NYU, and I will receive my doctrid in education. When I graduate, I will devote my life to teaching English to 8th graders, mentally ill 8th graders. Mentally ill people are still capable of doing amazing things, and I will be one of them, and I will strive to help those children be them too. I will live a beautiful life, as if there is nothing wrong with me.
There may still be voices, but they no longer bother me. They no longer torture me.
They are no longer my Tortured Voices.
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Tortured Voices
Teen FictionA story about a young girl studying to be a teacher but also discovering for the first time that she has a mental illness. Will she be able to handle the voices in her head?
