It all started, back when I was a child and all I cared about at school was the lunch menu or if I got to go outside for recess. I didn't have a care in the world.
That all changed durning my fifth grade year when I was constantly reminded that there wouldn't be recess in middle school, or that there would be more homework in sixth grade. This started the fears and anxieties of growing up. Wishing that I could just stop time.
I started scheduling classes to take for the next school year and picking out what language I would take, what type of math I wanted to be in. It was a struggle because I ended up doing it all on my own, and never finished.
That's when my mom went by the school and informed them that she was homeschooling me. She requested all my forms and received them shortly in the mail a week later. There it was established I was homeschooled. Little did I know that's what was going to change my life.
Summer finished and as always none of my so called "friends" asked to hang out and when I asked them they were always "busy" which was fine I guess I didn't care, if they were busy, then they were busy.
As school started up for me I was doing fine I did great I kept up with my school work and got almost straight A's math was always a struggle for me. I didn't have an actual teacher I just had my mom who wasn't extremely good at math either, and this made it difficult to learn it. This is right about when anxiety took over my life and I had terrible anxiety panic attacks. They got worse and worse as years went on.
I hardly made any friends and if I did I had trouble keeping them. Let's face it, who would enjoy being friends with a girl with anxiety so bad she doesn't want to leave the house?
It was fine I got along until my mind started turning on me. It felt like I didn't have my own thoughts like my brain was turning itself into someone to be friends with me, someone to be kind and caring about me. This friend was so nice and accepting of my anxiety, and troubles. She helped be turn away from other people who would only hurt me and put me down because it's not like they wanted to be friends with a crazy anxiety girl like me anyway.
This is how I got my depression and how it became my one and only friend.
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My Terrible Good Friend
SonstigesMany people don't know what depression is or what it's like. They think it's just some sort of disorder and nothing more to it, like it can just magically be cured with plain medication. For this reason people to need to see it, read it and understa...
