Anxiety and depression rates in teens, have skyrocketed over the years. It's progression is insane due to some of them experiencing way before entering high school. Let alone middle school. It was considered the child is anxious, or down in the dumps or to themselves.
When in reality, it's something completely different.
Day by day, week by week. Month by month, hour by hour, minute by minute. Vayda was suffering, on the outside and inside. More so drowning if anything, and nobody could save her.
She's hasn't seen her therapist in months, so in substitute of that she'll occasionally visit her guidance counselor. Which Carol knows nothing of.
"Vayda?" She snaps out her daze, and looks straight ahead at the guidance counselor. Her right leg bouncing, frantically. Her eyes darts from one thing to another, dark circles / bags under her eyes. Hair barely combed out, has been in the same depression bun for some days now.
August's hoodie covering her white tank top under, while wearing black sweats. No sneakers only crocs. She didn't have it in her to try to dress up.
Lack of sleep, smoking excessive amounts of weed, constantly in her own head 24/7, slowly cutting everyone off as your world crumbles to her feet.
"Hmm?" She hums in response, her body was so anxious to get out the seat. But she couldn't. Every Friday and Monday, for 20 minutes. They have to meet and discuss her problems, and what's going on.
"I asked if you're sleeping at night?" She wasn't, could barely sleep a wink. And if she did, it wasn't long. "Yea, getting loads of sleep." She faked yawned and adjusted herself in the chair.
"Okay well, do you have any college offers or interests?" She shakes her head no, "Nah, I don't think I'm not cut out for college."
