The main cause of it is that my urinary system does not necessarily agree with me. Before I was able to talk, I would constantly be crying and screaming, so much that a neighbor had called the police because they thought I was being tortured. I always had a full diaper and would not let anybody touch me, let alone change my diaper. Nobody knew what was wrong with me. I do not remember when, but at some point during this time, doctors tested me for autism because of the way I was acting, which, thankfully, I do not have. Then they finally figured out what was wrong with me. I had a very bad UTI, or urinary tract infection. I get them so often, it is just normal now. My most recent memory of one that got really bad was on Christmas of 2017. The night before Christmas, I was laying in bed and all of the sudden, I just knew I had a UTI. I told my grandma and she gave me an over the counter product to help calm the pain until I could see a doctor. It helped, but only for a little bit. On Christmas day, the pain became unbearable, so I went to urgent care, and they gave me bactrim, but I was having awful side effects from it. I had a massive headache with extreme nausea. The next day I went to my pediatrician and she said what urgent care gave me was not even going to help and that my bladder was extremely infected, so she gave me cefdinir, which did the trick. A lot of my urinary tract infections turned into kidney infections, …show more content…
Ever since I started the sixth grade, I have had depression and severe social anxiety, and I have been taking Zoloft for about two years. These illnesses have hindered me greatly. I would never leave my room or talk to anybody. My mental health was just one of the reasons I started therapy. I have gone through so many different therapists for different reasons throughout the entirety of my life simply because they had the If you do not talk, I cannot help you, mentality, but then I was finally assigned to one that has done the most for me. Her name was Stephanie. She was the best therapist I have ever had. I loved her so much and we really connected, and I had been seeing her for about two years, but that all changed soon after I started high school. One day I had gotten a note saying to go see my options counselor, Jen, in the library. I had no idea who Jen was. When I got up there, she told me she was going to be my new therapist, so I was not going to see Stephanie anymore, and it absolutely broke my heart. I felt so so confused and betrayed. It turns out, though, it was an accident that I saw Jen that day. I was supposed to have a final session with Stephanie first, so she could tell me what was going on. Stephanie got offered a job at another therapists office in another city and she took it because they really needed therapists there. I understood where she was coming from, but I hated it. I am