I suffer every hour of every day of chronic depression. I have never had a perfect life, I grew up with alcoholic and druggy parents who told me I wasn't going to go anywhere. I started to notice how increasing sad I had been in 6th grade. I was just overwhelmed with all of these emotions and on top of that my family wasn’t very support and just told me I was over reacting. My brother had abused me when I was younger, I would tell my parents about what he did to me when they were out of the house but they would just tell me siblings fight, it normal. I had been making perfect grades in school, when I started sixth grade I promised myself I would never be like my family. I barely had any friends because of the bullying that had …show more content…
I couldn’t sleep at night because my parents were constantly fighting. I cried every night not knowing if I could go another day. My mom quit drinking but my father was a raging alcoholic. On social media I would see all of these depressed kids who were cutting and I thought maybe it would help, I had cuts from elbow to wrist on both arms and all over my legs, my friends saw them and they told the school concealer. I was pulled into the office and she questioned why I would do such a thing to myself, I told her what I had gone through, she told me my parents had to be called and that I was going to have to go to crisis at Four County. I didn’t go to school for the next couple of days and I didn’t want to go to a therapist so I lied my way out of the situation and said “I think I just needed to tell someone what I was going through”. Soon S.R.S had came to talk to my parents and I, my parents told me to lie to them so I wouldn’t get taken from them, I did as told and said none of it happened and I just wanted …show more content…
When I went to court I had received a year of probation and had a fine of $425. I felt worthless like I was turning into my parents and I attempted to kill myself again by taking a full bottle of sleeping pills. My mom took me to the doctor the next day and they didn't believe I took sleeping pills they believed I was on drugs. I had to go to crisis again but I was out of therapy by that point so I didn't have to discuss why I had attempted to kill myself.
In 9th grade, my life started to turn around. I felt like a completely different person. I had changed myself for the better and made many new friends. I felt happy for once. I was making good grades and having a fun time in school. My home life was getting better. I had a court date I had to go to for Matthew, he only got 3 years of probation but he has to say he is a child predator for the rest of his life. I took that pretty rough knowing that this man had basically got away with raping