My head spins a little. I take a deep breath. My head still feels like it's stuffed with cotton. I take a drink of water. No success. I get up.
"Can I go to the washroom?" I ask my teacher.
With his nod of consent, I'm off. The washroom is just down the hall and I hope that it will be empty. Pushing open the door I find that I am indeed the only one there. With a sigh of relief, I go about my business.
The wall mirror is right by the hand dryer. While I dry my hands I take stock.
Brown wavey hair, chestnut eyes, three freckles on the left cheek, lips in an expressionless straight line. The lips start to tremble. I'm a mess. I can't even think straight. Why do I even bother?
For a moment I let the mask crumble. I'm not happy, smart, and on top of everything. Of course I need to keep trying... I guess. But for now I just need a break. Before too long I know it's time to get back. I can't afford to miss too much class.
In one motion I take a deep breath, brush away the tears, and practice the most realistic smile I can muster. With another deep breath for good measure, I head back to class.
That's the essence of life, is it not? Putting on the right face and doing the right things. I may not be happy, but I know I'm strong. Only a strong person could go day after day playing a part they aren't even sure they want.
I promise myself a nap when I get home, and turn my attention back the the worksheet I'm supposed to be doing. The words blur on the page. I refocus, but the letters are meaningless to me. I don't want to do this right now, but I won't want to do it later either.
Finally I mouth the words to myself as I read, imagining it in an English accent. My head hurts, but I finish the sheet. I shake my head, it should have been easy, but it wasn't. I ignore that thought and focus on this:
Every little thing is a victory.
Greetings Everyone!!!
I really like this chapter because it's a bit more uplifting. Depression can make you feel weak and out of control, but it really does take a strong person to fight it.
Keep being your lovely selves!!! Xoxo
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When You Come Back
Ficção Adolescente"I'm back" he whispered softly in my ear. I winced and tried to pull away, but it was too late. His strong arms wrapped me in a hug. Slowly my body relaxed and accepted his embrace. He was back.
