Once the next school year started, I was transferred to a much more ideal school that fit my needs better. When I did, I lost contact with everyone. Except one person. Do you remember Christina from the 6th grade portion of this? We still talked a little bit here and there in middle school and my freshman year, but after that, we talked more and became closer (even though we already knew nearly everything about each other). We kept in touch the entire time.
Throughout the time from late freshman year to where I am now, I was trying to get myself off of my antidepressants because I wanted to learn how to control it myself. I wanted to be in control of my life, not my illnesses. I had to learn a lot of things the hard way, somethings that I wish someone had told me. So, before we move any further, I want to write a letter to my past self if you don't mind.
Here it goes.
YOU ARE READING
Clueless
Non-FictionThis is a story from the perspective of a little girl and growing. ***There are trigger warnings, and mention of sensitive topics. ©cyphxx
