The thing about pain, is that it demands to be felt. No matter how hard you try and be happy, pain and sadness and loneliness and hurt all come back at once, whether it be from just one experience or many experiences in the past. And it hurts like a bitch. Weighing you down constantly, it feels like dragging a rock around behind you.
Today has been a good day and an absolute shit day all in one freaking rolled up ball of messed up feelings. Does that make sense?? Today was my sisters thirteenth birthday party (although her actual birthday isn't for another ten days!) We went down to Taupō A.C Baths and indoor rock wall. And of course my parents MADE me participate in freaking Rock Climbing! In the end it was okay I guess but the best bit for me I think was, although I wasn't swimming, I got to have a pig out day. All that junk food was just sitting there, so of course I had to eat it. I mean, I couldn't just let it go to waste could I?
I'm a person who doesn't eat a lot if you ask me. So this, pigging out on junk food, felt good. It felt good to be eating again even if it was crap food. And that was the best bit of the day for me.
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Teen FictionThis is my story and my fight with depression. The good sides to it and the bad. My struggles so far and how I've overcome them, how they've made me a better person.
