Saturdays are usually supposed to be fun days. Days where you can hang out with your friends, go on adventures, sleep in, and chill out.
Obviously my life is never normal, so something always has to go wrong.
Today, I'm just in a bad place mentally. More specifically, it's about my dad. I just miss him, you know?
I miss him, and I'm sad. Depressed even. I know that word gets thrown around a lot. 'Depressed'. People have turned it into a term to use when they are just bummed out.
I am clinically diagnosed with depression. I have the medication and everything.
At this point, I just feel hopeless. Worthless. The way my dad just left us in the dust, just like that.
I'm angry and sad and I don't know what to do anymore. My mom won't talk to me about him. Kenzie is too young to understand.
I turn on my phone and scroll through my contacts. My thumb hovers over a name and I'm trying to decide if I want to call them.
Will they even answer?
I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't.
I press my thumb on the call button and my nerves begin to build up. I hold the phone to my ear as tears slide down my face. It gets to the third ring and they pick up the phone...
