Therapy

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

“There once was a girl whom if you looked at her from the outside, you would see a plump girl. But to you, this baby-faced girl seems so happy. Her smile is always so bright, and everything said to her seems to make her giggle. Her friends seem to love her, along with her family. She is a wonderful student, with a bright future.

But what you may not know about this happy-go-lucky girl, is that her mind is under constant attack by negatives. Every single laugh escaping her lips, has a cry for help behind it. Every sharp object holds a special place in  her heart. No one knows her past, but if you examined her bracelet hidden wrists, I would have a slight idea. There were so many nights, where her tear stained cheeks, were buried into her pillow so no one can hear her desperation. There were so many times where she was close, but every time, something in her brain told her she can’t, not right now. My name is Sarah Rossi I am 21 years old, and this is my story. “

Tears fell onto my laptop, as I finished up, and saved the document. I haven’t cried this early in the day in a long time. I sat there and questioned why I was doing this to myself, but the reason is I have  finally decided to finally take my psychiatrist’s advice for once, and type out my life as it comes. I don’t know how in the hell it’ll work, but I guess it’s better than bottling it in. She’s told me many times that a lot of teens and young adults going through depression do this, and even have blogs about it. Thinking over that sparked my curiosity. There’s other pained people out there like me? This I have to see. I sat and pondered at my homepage, wondering where to even look for said ‘blogs’.

I typed self harm blogs, and got plenty of hits.  As I scrolled through pages and pages, one in particular caught my eye.  It was titled ‘Music tends to my Wounds’. I clicked on the link, and it took me to a detailed blog about this person’s journey. I read pages upon pages, and became more engulfed, tears flooding my desk. Whoever this creator was, I knew right then and there, the connection was there and I needed that person in my life. I know no one understands me, or why I do what I do. Maybe this unknown person was my escape from this darkness, to help me fight my demons. This was it. I explored more and more, and found what I was looking for, an about box:

                             “When I thought my life was ending, a new one started

                                       A.I : 20 : Sydney : Musician : Survivor “