I was soo young and at the time I thought the divorce was my fault. That i did something to make them want to split. One night all the stress just hit me really hard and i went to sleep crying my eyes out. But this was just the beginning, this one night led to many more just like it. I eventually fell into depression, i tried so hard to fight it and be happy. When i actually showed up to school i was always wearing a mask. I looked so happy on the outside when on the inside i felt like keeling over at any moment.
The counseling just wasnt what helped me. I kept going to counseling, but my depression only worsened. Some days i just felt like dying. I felt like since God split my parents up he was trying to punish me. I figured he no longer loved me and was just trying to make me misserable. I slowly became a shadow and stayed to myself.
It wasnt like at school i wasnt liked.... I was. Not as much as others because i was heavier, but i was still liked so that wasnt what made my depression worsen. I eventually felt like dying every day instead of random occasions.
Then one day i come home from school and am told we lost our house. I cried for so long because of that. Where were we to go.... we had a little over a month to be out. When we did find a house it wasnt close enough to our old house for me to go to my school.
"Great! Im already depressed now im going to lose all my friends too!" is what i thought. Nobody likes the new kid and i was just about to become just that. The "New Kid".
