Story of my life

Improvement

So I'm getting back into reading and my original thought was to read some good stuff on wattpad, but instead i started reading my old stuff.

after all that, you deserve an update on what i'm like now..

so I'm not gonna say i got better right away, because i honestly didn't. but my parents found out after my shirt came up and showed my hips. my dad went to the school counselor and they called me in that morning. what was funny was that the counselor (who was actually my favorite) said he noticed something seemed off the day before. the day before was my 33 cut relapse that i mentioned in here.

but he helped me through some stuff and honestly, home was shit for the next week because it was all questioning and disappointment.

SO i was clean for 3-4 months, i don't remember, and i had a relapse. not a bad one, but they found out about that.

i've been clean since then.

i broke down to my dad after that relapse he questioned why i did it. i started yelling stuff like "i hate this school, i hate this town, i want to move but we can't" which i said a lot, but he never actually considered it til then.

we found a charter school 45 minutes away, which was the closest, and figured it was worth a shot. it was my last chance of a school because our house needs too much repair before we sell it.

i switched schools and cut nearly everyone out of my life that went to that school, and eventually because of some fights i cut out the people from the other school i was friends with.

now i go to an music and arts school where all the weirdos go. and honestly, nearly everyone came to this school because they felt like they didn't belong anywhere else.

i made a lot of new friends and talk to everyone in the school (which is about 60) and i'm including myself into a lot of stuff like dance groups, bands, a ton of music performance groups, a bowling league, i started doing art, etc.

this place has changed me for the best. i've quit self harm, i'm not suicidal anymore, i'm not nearly as anxious, and i'm just hoping that maybe, i can help or inspire others with my story.

so a life lesson that may seem corny:
things honestly will get better, but you have to strive for it. you can't just replace depression with a person or a thing, because what happens when they're gone? find something you love to do and share it with the world. if you like music, you can make covers. if you like storytelling, start a youtube. and share your stories too. because guaranteed, there is someone out there who has been through the same thing as you.

and if you went to my last school, yes, i actually have found someone that's gone through the same thing as you.