Depression.

This is just an idea for a book. Please comment or vote if you think this is a good idea or not, and i'll perhaps carry it on. :) <3 If you suffer depression or anything of that nature, I am so sorry and I can relate. I hope if this idea is good, maybe I can transfer it into something positive?:) thankkks!

Nobody speaks the truth about depression. Nobody ever states the raw feelings of depression.

Many days, I feel empty. Out of my control. Just empty. Like nobody cares, no emotions, no peace. Just space inside my body.

And some days I feel awful. Physically unable to leave my bedroom as fear kicks in that nobody ever even cares about you.

And THIS is why alot of people self harm. I did it to feel something. To, if you like, know I still exist. I did it as a daily reminder that I am still breathing. My blades were a lifeline. A never ending hope that if I needed them they were there. It is an addiction, an addiction not many people, sadly, are able to control. One time, I forgot to take my blades with me on an outing. I spent the whole time freaking out. "Where could it be?" "What if my parents find it?"

That scared me the most. Knowing your parents know about the scars on your skin.

My parents found out. They found out the worst way. We were trying to stick together as a family at a public event and it was baking. Take a moment and appreciate the heat I was under when I was wearing a full length coat to cover up my cuts. My mum made me take it off. I hid my arms under the outer layer of my coat. My sister (7 at the time) asked me what those doodles on my arms were. They weren't doodles, they were markers of my life and how useless and worthless I was. I am still just as bad. I just have a very decent mask that makes me look so jolly and up beat.

This is the story of me, Hailey Rodson and how I got to this messy place they call life.

Did you like the book? :) I hope so!<3