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Courtney's Depression

This story really means a lot to me, I don't want to focus on the fact that it's a duncney story but a story in general about depression and love, things people tend to have trouble with.
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JUST TO CLARIFY, I DELETED THE TEXT FROM THE OLD LINES I WROTE AND MADE A NEW LINE SO THE COMMENTS FROM LIKE AUGUST OR SO IS FROM THE OLD STORY

It started when I was a freshman, it wasn't normal for a girl that age to have thoughts of hurting herself, according to my cultures beliefs. They kept me in many hospitals for many months, hoping I would snap back to reality. I didn't really get any visitors, not my mom, not my grandfather, not my grandmother, not him.

I'd include my dad in the list of people but he died when I was six. My mom kept blaming me for his death, lol. I remember it all, the shattered glass, the screaming. All of it. "Mommy, what's wrong? I asked her, "Mommy why are you crying? Mommy where's daddy?!"

But as soon as his name came out of my mouth her face lit up. Red, it was red, and so was my cheek after she slapped me. I looked at her, clutching my cheek and cried heavily.

"It's all your fault!" She screamed at me. I sat in the corner and cried, cried like the little rat I am, according to her. "He died because of you and your damn existence!"

Who could ever forget what she told me. Yea my father died of severe depression, no goodbye note, no goodbye kiss, just a man hanging by a rope in the second floor bathroom.

I grew sadder and sadder by the day after that, I also wanted to hang myself , but I didn't, I didn't know why I didn't do it really, but now I'm eighteen years old, happy birthday to me!

The doctor said today I get to go home, for good, though I would still have weekly therapy sessions. I decided to pack up my clothes so I could leave this place faster than my mom left me. I grabbed my t-shirt and my jeans and placed it on my bed.

I looked in the mirror and smiled at my petite body, my skinny waist and my skinny thighs, my skinny nose and my skinny eyebrows, my skinny cuts and my skinny bruises.

"Courtney, I heard you're going home today!" Grace, my nurse exclaimed. I looked at her and rolled my eyes, like I always does.

"Please stop calling me Courtney," I asked still looking at my scrawny body. I caught her eye roll in the mirror and turned around to put my clothes on.

"And what would you prefer I call you?" She asked curiously. I thought about her question long and hard, yesterday I told her to call me Dorthy, the day before, Annie.

"I wanna be Luz today, like in Mi Corazon Es Tuyo," Grace chuckled and put away the hospital clothes I was wearing.

"You mean that cute little girl who lost her voice because she witnessed her mom lying on the floor dead?" She replied. I felt sad again after her answer.