When I was 7 years old, I was diagnosed with depression.
I didn't know what that meant until I was 11.
I was bullied; harassed and abused in every way possible.
The pain grew and grew and I began to experience suicidal thoughts.
I realized life for me was at a desperate impasse.
I thought of the garage as a place where I might sit in the car and inhale carbon monoxide.
I'd look at the rafters in the attic and think of them as places where I might hang myself.
I look at sharp objects and think just how deep they could make the slices in my wrists.
I'd walk along the side of the road and want to walk in front of a vehicle and get run over.
One day, I decided I've had enough and overdosed on Tylenol.
I spent almost a month in a mental hospital.
I came back and only about 5 people realized I was missing.
Those 5 people mean more to me than anyone else ever has.
And now, I no longer have 5, but 6 people that care.
It gets better. Not by a lot, but it still gets better.
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~Depression Poems~
Teen FictionBasically anything that either relates to how you're feeling, or something to help cheer you up when no one else is there for you. Message me if you need to c:
