About this time I am 12 years old. I live with my family in a small town. My father works with the union and drives 2 hours each way to get there and home. Because it's the union, he is constantly laid off of work. At this time he is 43 years old and has not aged well. My mother of 35 had just switched jobs from the local nursing home to a college in a near by city. My sister who is 15 is in 10th grade does not have the best view of me ( I was one to pull pranks and cause a little bit of trouble as most kids do). Regardless, we didn't always get along well.
Now life at school had never been the best, whether it was due to being tormented by classmates or just not doing well at school. It was during this time that I began to experience depression. I just didn't care about hygiene or homework. my friend that I had known since I was five has slowly left me alone with no one to talk to and no way to express what I was feeling. I had no outlet. So naturally, I bottled it in. My parents didn't understand and just assumed it was my fault. Instead of sympathy, they showed me anger. when I wasn't motivated to do homework, they would wake me up forcefully at four the nest morning so i could work on it. Of course I didn't fully complete it all the way. I showed up to school extremely tired and struggled through another day. this would happen consistently. I thought that it would never end. But things got worse before it got better.
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Hoping for a Happy Ending
Non-FictionMy teenage years have passed like a blur. It seemed like only yesterday that I was 12 and living in a small town. Everything was calm and I had nothing to worry about other than school. Those time are now gone. I realize that I can't just go back. T...
