My name is Catherine O'Neal, I'm a freshman in high school. I have lots of friends. And my father is single and works very hard to keep me in school as well as our house. My mother left me when I was a small child.
I also have depression.
Life has never been easy, that's for sure, With a condition like this. People never really understand what the word "depression" means, so most people are judgmental. Everyone thinks someone with depression has nothing to be sad about or they'll get over it, or that it's just no big deal or that you can control it. People who think that are wrong. Very, very wrong. Someone with depression can't just be happy, you can't get over an illness, and it is a big deal and nobody can control it. It's such a struggle with relationships, family, and over all motivation, and in my case, thoughts and actions of self harm. It's like living in a dark room filled with water and you can't escape. There's no light, nobody to save you. It's a terrible feeling and it's always there. None of my friends know that I have depression, I'm afraid that they'll ignore me and think differently of me. That's just one of my fears, I have a lot more.
"Catherine honey, dinner is ready" my fathers warm, calming voice entered the room. I got up from my bed and headed toward the kitchen, the awesome smell of pizza filled my nostrils. "Sorry I couldn't make an actual dinner, we need to go grocery shopping" said my father as he handed me two slices of pizza. "It's fine, on my way back from school I can go" I said while walking back to my room. "Aren't you going to have dinner with me?" Asked my father, "I would but I have work to do" I said and closed the door, put the pizza on my desk and sat down on the chair. I started eating when at the same time typing on my laptop. I'm doing this project in science about chemistry, god it's the worst subject. For the next hour I was working, until I was starting to get sleepy. I changed into my pajamas and went out of my room to say goodnight to my father, but he was leaned back in his recliner, snoring while having the television on. I turned it off and put a blanket over my father and went back into my bedroom. I got under my warm, fluffy covers and curled up in a little ball. I shut off my lamp and closed my eyes. I was drifting off into slumber, and soon I went to sleep.
I wish I could be like that forever.
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Girl In The Room
Non-FictionI've always been in a room. All by myself. I can always see people outside of the room. They talk to me. But I'm still by myself. Whenever someone finds their way into the room. They'll stay for awhile, but not long enough. This is my loneliness My...
