Story of my life

Bellas short story

My name is Bella. I am 15, a freshman from China. I got adopted at 10months old into an amazing loving family. When I was young it was like freedom no stress and nothing to worry about accept having fun. But when I got older it started to get harder. When I was in 3rd grade, I had bad anger outbursts, adhd, and refused to do homework or go to school. I ended up meeting with a therapist and that continued for years.Then I got older and that's when it got super bad. I got name called by a girl and I was so sensitive then and that started reflect the way I saw myself. I started to isolate, be sad all the Time and fake a smile, and hated myself. I was miserable. Negative thinking came in. Then I realized I need help and I told my mom what's going on with me and i was the sent to a mental health hospital for eating disorder, self injury, depression, anger and anxiety. I was sent multiple times . I was messing up my family relationships. I wasn't using any skills at all. I just didn't like myself. I have a huge fear of rejection or being alone it might have to do with adoption most likely but I have to remember my parents chose me. I was hiding stuff too such as my negative posts online and my conversations with boys.After hospitalization I went back to school and it didn't work out at all. They decided to send me to a therapeutic day school. I was sent to one for the summer had no friends. In fall I started at another therapeutic school. I was shy, I stayed hidden basically. I then
Met some amazing people such as my friends that made school even better. I was getting better grades. I would end up exploding right when I got home from school I would just explode and that was a daily thing. My therapist and parents agreed/decides I should do a iop program. I was like no way didn't work. I ended up going not by choice. I got there shy barely talked. Then I met some awesome friends there that made it fun to go to go to group. I had a bad week where I refused everything. But after that I was changing using skills. I was starting to speak up. My humor was coming out too. Writing, tumbling and dancing were my go to fun skills and still are. The whole point of this story is to never give up. To realize people do care about you. Don't change for anyone just be you. It doesn't matter if other people accept you its weather you accept yourself or not. Just be you. Advocate for yourself don't be shy. Keep your friends and family close don't push them away they are trying to help you. If you start to have serious mental health issues or someone you know does then please tell your social worker or parents it will help you be safe and help give you treatment to help you in the long run. Use your skills. They do work. You are beautiful, strong and a fighter. It didn't matter what you look like weather the size, weight or even height it matters how you are in the inside. Mental health issue are serious never tea it as a joke it's really serious. Stay strong everyone. Never doubt yourself you will go far. Also the best thing is to face your anxiety and not avoid, it will not go away just push through it you are strong :)