Very Short Story About Me
I have always been depressed my whole life. I really don't remember a time when i actually liked something about myself. I moved to America when i was only 11 years old. Leaving everything and everyone i cared about really upset me, so i started crying every single night.
When i reached high school, i had realized that iam not interested and not able to finish school. in a bout 10th grade i was sitting in class, and i felt so empty and as if the whole world was really boring to me. that is when i went into my bag and found a can opener that i had on my key chain. I picked a spot on my arm and started scratching away.... I continued doing it for a while then. After a little while i felt really depressed and felt like i had to share my story with someone, so i went to a guidance counselor and told herthe whole story. I remember asking her not to say anything to my parents, but she never listeed to me. I remember promising her that it was the last time i ever done something like that, but she never lstened to me. That is when the school made my parents come to school. I tried to hide, but eventually had to face my father. He felt really weird talking about something like that, and he really did not know what to do. The school had sent me to a center for me to talk to someone.
Once i started having regular visits, they tried to evalute me and i was told that i have dysthymia. They offered me medicine but i chose to not even bother. I am currently not going there anymore because they had age limit so i had to leave. Once in a while i still have the urges to self mutilate, but i try my best to hold back. I also get depressed a lot and once in a while cry at night or in the shower for no reason. I really want this to stop....