This marks the start of my depression journey, starting with anxiety. Language warning.
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Dear Journal,
7th grade is absolute shit. You get piled with homework and are expected to turn it all in the next day. The teachers give you what seems to be endless homework. Also, they tell you about tests and quizzes the day before you take them and expect you to get A's.
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The last part is true, very much so. I got so stressed in 7th grade that I begged my parents for help. My mom said, and I quote, "You got yourself into this mess. Now get yourself out." I ran into my room, slammed the door, and broke down crying. I'm glad to say now that I'm over my anxiety. I have relapses then and again, but otherwise it's gone. I'm not much of a writer, but I like sharing my stories. I just don't want anything bad to happen to other people. What a naive wish.
YOU ARE READING
What I Am
RandomThis is a journal following the start of my mental problems and the difficulties I've faced. This is a completed story. The layout is a journal, events that have happened in my life. I will try to explain them as close as possible, but I don't have...
