So, my experiences with therapy are pretty bad. My personality is straight forward and I can’t STAND overly pitting someone and faking being extremely happy and energetic. That’s what all my therapists were like. They’d be super preppy and hyper, be over dramatically pitiful and say everything with this tone like I’m a little kid. And when my parents said this new therapist is straight forward and perfect for me, I believed them. But he’s literally the exact same way, not being straight forward, not addressing the problem and looking for a solution. He laughed a little too hard when I cracked jokes, smiled obnoxiously […]
Everything about me is wrong. Every inch of my skin and hair is messed up and imperfect. Every thought I have is impure and every idea I have is bad. Every drawing I draw is too dark and every note I sing is off pitch. Every word I write isn’t placed right and every song I listen to is written strangely. Every book I read is weird and everything I touch disintegrates. Every person I know sees me as imperfect and wrong. Everything about me is wrong and I know it as well as anyone else who has the misfortune of meeting me or even […]
I have a 4.2 GPA. I am on the varsity swim team. I am an honors student right now and there’s not a single class that I’m taking that isn’t advanced. I have a good amount of friends and my teachers like me. I live in a good stable family it looks like with two parents that are still together along with a brother and a sister. My family can afford to go to the beach in the summer for the weekend and allow me and my siblings to have out own rooms. I have a seasonal job that paid really good this year and […]
So there was this chick (not me) in my grade who ran away with some boyfriend of hers to Lord knows where and stayed with him for around a month. She recently came back and is doing class normally. She wasn’t hurt or did drugs or drank or anything big like that. In a way, she was gone and then she was back. When she first left, people were posting on their SnapChat stories on how they missed her for less than five hours. Then they started talking about something else and everyone forgot.
Even I forgot until I saw her in the gym sitting with […]
When no one knows who you are and you write about wanting to die, people react quickly. They tell you to stay strong and give you tips that may actually help you. They talk to you and say they support you. Behind the mask of the internet, you can say anything and no one will know you.
When someone knows who you are, everything changes. You’re not dad’s precious little girl anymore. You’re not mom’s light of happiness. You’re not the emotional support for people who depend on you to stay sane, that trust in you to hold them when they have panic attacks or listen […]