An Encyclopedia Of Social Media

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I once saw a tweet that said "Depression is rage turned inward."

At first, I didn't believe it to be true until I realized that I, myself, was exactly like that.

I was so angry at myself and at the world that it had left me with no strength. I fought night and day to get up and move, to try to be as normal as everyone else.

No matter how hard I worked I felt exhausted, utterly exhausted, to the point that I couldn't sleep anymore.

Day by day, hour by hour, I lost more and more sleep.

I went from going to bed at eight without a problem to not being able to fall completely asleep until four in the morning, but even then I woke up every couple of hours.

I had no idea why things started to get so bad.

I thought my life was great..

I had more followers than I could count on Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, Vine, and so many other social networking sites.

I slowly came to the conclusion that may be , just may be, no matter how many sites I was well-known on, it wouldn't change how much I truly hated myself.

It didn't matter that I had over half a million followers on Twitter or a hundred thousand on Tumblr.

It wouldn't change how much it physically hurt to get up every morning or how much I now hated talking to people.

The day everything fell apart was the day I came to that conclusion. I had just awoken and looked in the mirror that I had bought no more than two weeks before.

It was pretty, it had twinkle lights built into the frame and surrounding those fairy-like lights were lovely, little pink draw-on roses.

I stared into the eyes of the girl that the pretty fairy-mirror showed me and decided that I didn't like her dark circles under her eyes, or the way she looked so sick and pale, or even the way she smiled at me.

The smile was fake and I hated anything or anyone fake so feeling like it was my only choice; I threw a cup at the mirror.

Shards of the glass cup and twinkle lights flew everywhere, but I didn't notice because the girl was gone and that's all I cared about. I crawled toward the biggest of shards and picked it up.

Before I knew what was happening, my mother came in saying she heard something fall or crash and saw me sitting there holding it.

The moment she realized what she was seeing which was me sitting on the ground, hugging my legs, rocking back-and-forth, while holding a piece of glass to my wrist, was the moment she realized how bad I had gotten.

How bad I truly needed help before it was all too late.

Before she lost me forever.

And that's how I ended up at Golden Ridge Rehabilitation Center and with this journal in my hand.

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