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When I was growing up, I was VERY poor and from the wrong side of the tracks. Plus we moved constantly, I went to 13 different schools. I was never in the in crowd, hell I hardly even made into a crowd before we moved again. I was at a Catholic School in the about 7th grade, and I was standing by the wall and watching the popular kids and wanting to be one of them. Sister Mary Elizabeth walked up and saw what was going on. She said to me, "Look at them. Really look at them. They are all the same. They are mushrooms. Nothing original in the bunch of them. You should never wish to be a mushroom, 'cause you are already a rose, and roses are desired." I never forgot her or her words. I live by them to this day. I am proud of my past. I am proud of the person I have become.
Submitted by: Kathy; March 21, 2011; Category: Story
Submitted by: Kathy; March 21, 2011; Category: Story
Life is difficult for everyone, no matter who you are. Don't think for one second that just because other people don't feel exactly the same as you, that they just don't care. We all go through shit, we've all been there before. I myself have though about giving up so many times I can't even count but there's always something that holds me to the ground, something that pulls me back and make me wanna be alive for just one more day. We all have that one thing, that hope, the faith that if you make it for one more day everything'll be better. And it will. It sounds stupid but when you least expect you'll be doing things you never thought you would do, you'll be overcoming so many things and proving to yourself that you're better than you though you were, that you deserve to be alive no matter what. There's no point in giving up. That won't save you, that won't make things better. You're alive for you, don't try to live your life better for others. Think about you. Always. Live for you, fight for everything you want to accomplish, don't expect things to come your way, fight for them, fight for what you believe, for what you want to become. Live a day at a time and never give up. Be strong for yourself and not others. It's not fair to you 'cause in the end they'll move on while you'll be nothing but a memory. Fight. Live. Believe. Achieve. Don't forget.
Submitted by: Alessandra; February 20, 2011; Category: Inspiration
Submitted by: Alessandra; February 20, 2011; Category: Inspiration
My body is as broken as the mi-
rror on the wall that kept me company.
I thought that when you left, i would be free,
But it turns out prblems had just started out for me.
You took good use of my naivety.
You raised a blade of cain against my soul.
You made me seem to defy gravity,
But in the end you left me in the cold.
So every day, I have to see your face,
Well we both know it's not a pretty one.
I feel I'm drifting in the outerspace.
Is what you meant to do completely done?
Now i'm just shattered to many pieces.
So much for all of your tender kisses.
Submitted by: Ashley; February 14, 2011; Category: Poetry
rror on the wall that kept me company.
I thought that when you left, i would be free,
But it turns out prblems had just started out for me.
You took good use of my naivety.
You raised a blade of cain against my soul.
You made me seem to defy gravity,
But in the end you left me in the cold.
So every day, I have to see your face,
Well we both know it's not a pretty one.
I feel I'm drifting in the outerspace.
Is what you meant to do completely done?
Now i'm just shattered to many pieces.
So much for all of your tender kisses.
Submitted by: Ashley; February 14, 2011; Category: Poetry
I Was Bullied & I Survived
Ok…so I had another blog in mind but I’ve just read about another teen suicide due to bullying and I want to scream! I can’t believe all these news stories about teens that decide suicide is the only way out of the relentless bullying. It breaks my heart! As some of you know I was bullied, teased and tormented for most of my 4 years of high school. So much so that I was even transferred to another school for a little while. I don’t usually talk about those 4 years of hell but if my story saves one teenager from making such a final and irreversible decision then I’m ready to tell it…
From my first memory till I was 14, I lived in the same town in the same house. The picture perfect middle class life in a mid-sized Midwestern town. Then at age 14 my parents told me that we were moving…moving to an even smaller town where my father had gotten a job as a city police officer. I was scared and sad to be leaving my friends and having to start a new school with people I’d never met. But I was also excited at the thought of making new friends and new memories. I was even more excited about my new bedroom and the larger house we’d moved into. And soon after moving I met a few kids that I’d be going to school with (even snagged me a pretty cute boyfriend) and seemed to fit right in.
Before the school year starts there is a carnival that comes to town…they call it the “Fall Festival”. During that festival is when the incoming freshman get initiated. Initiation is just a bunch of silly things…like running around holding hands and singing songs…nothing too crazy…no major hazing or anything. And since we’d moved in the summer I was there just in time for this rite of passage. And I was really excited about meeting more of my future classmates and hoping I’d fit in. But I had no idea that my being there at that Fall Festival that particular year would forever change the course of my future.
The Fall Festival Freshman Initiation…well, it all started off really well. I met some new kids…some of them may have been a little stand-offish but I figured I could eventually win them over. My future looked bright and exciting. Then I saw some girls from my old hometown…I spoke with them and they were nice to my face…but I had no idea what kind of rumors about me they were spreading to the local townsfolk. Soon after I started to hear the snickers and whispers…I knew that my bright future just went dark. I knew that something was going on. Then that cute boyfriend I had snagged told me what was being said and even asked if it was true. And my heart stopped! That painful lump rose in my throat and I knew I was doomed! The whole school had already heard this horrifying and disgusting lie! It was a blatant lie and it still repulses me to this day to even say it out loud…but here goes…they were telling people that I was the “Weiner Woman”..yes, that’s right I had been labeled the “Hot Dog Girl”! You all know what I’m talking about! Every school has that one girl who is randomly chosen to tease and torment and spread rumors about…well, apparently being the “new girl” makes you the perfect target! And so there it was…I was from that point forward “that girl”!
I think that night was probably the first time I ever seriously contemplated suicide. I know there were numerous times in my 4 years of hell I’d contemplated it, but that night was one of my lowest points. I was so embarrassed! I was so mad! I had all these dreams and hopes for my new life and in one night they stole that from me. I figured that cute boy would dump me and so would my new friends…I know I wouldn’t want to be associated with someone that “supposedly” did something like that. I’d want to side with the majority…let’s not forget we were 14 years old…such an awkward time in anyone’s life!
Needless to say..that cute boy didn’t dump me and my new friends didn’t either…but that didn’t mean that I didn’t have a fierce battle ahead of me…
So, there I was…the newly minted “Weiner Woman”. In my 14 year old mind I had two choices…suicide or move forward. Even though I didn’t want to, I chose to move forward…why??? Because I was hopeful it would blow over. Boy was I wrong! Plus, I wasn’t about to let these ignorant people get the better of me! At that time it felt like I couldn’t make it through the next minute, hour, day, week, month, year…but I did. I had a great support system! My father was my savior! He knows that…and I thank him for that! (Love ya Dad!)
For the next 4 years I was teased, tormented and even threatened by some. Some of the things that I would encounter on a daily basis would be notes in my locker or on my locker saying “Weiner Woman” or something to that effect. Of course, you’d have the kids who would just say it to your face. Then there are the ones who’d egg your car…or sometimes I’d even get hot-dogged. Our house was Tee-peed. When I was 17 I lost a job at Dairy Queen because of it.
But I think the hardest part for me to understand at that time were the boys. I know I’d said that cute boy didn’t dump me but like all teenage romance it did come to an end. And that opened the doors to the other boys to earn what I now call “The Weiner Woman Badge of Honor”!
Most boys dated me for one of two reasons (I emphasize MOST because there were a few good guys). The first being that they wanted in good with my dad. He was a cop in a small town and some boys wanted on his good side…in the hopes it would save them from getting any future tickets or trouble. And the second reason would be to earn their “Weiner Woman Badge of Honor”! Those boys would take me out on a date, tell me how pretty I was, kiss me, and then ask if the rumors were true. I’d always tell them no and I’d get my hopes up that they would want to continue dating me but that never happened. I know they’d go back to their friends and BRAG how they hooked up with the wiener woman and then I’d get labeled a slut, whore or whatever else you want to call it.
Well, now I was, not only the “Weiner Woman”, I was a slut…at least that was what I was called on a daily basis. By the beginning of my junior year the bullying got really bad. To the point that my parents and I feared for what may happen to me while at school. My father approached the principal of the school and voiced his concerns for my safety. The result was that the principal felt it best that my parents remove me from the school. And that is exactly what happened.
I moved in with my grandfather in another small town not too far from my parents. And I started school there. And it was the best semester of my life! I immediately met some great friends (who I still consider my friends to this day). I felt like I’d found a place where I belonged. Sure, the rumors followed me but these people didn’t care! They didn’t believe them and they treated me like I was one of them! It was a dream come true! But in a turn of fate…all good things must come to an end…
I was living with my grandfather but I missed my family. I hated that these people had pushed me away and forced me to not only leave my school but I had to leave my family. My bedroom, my parents, my brother, my home cooked meal etc etc etc! And I got homesick! I started staying back at home and just driving up to the new school every day. But soon the new school figured it out and we were told I’d have to go back to my old school. I only had a year and a half left till graduation and I really thought I could make it. But I had no idea that the best…or should I say worst…was yet to come…
Senior Prom…that is probably the one event that almost all teenage girls look forward to in their high school career! There are really only two days that a small town girl looks forward to in her dream of being a princess…her wedding day and prom. And I was just like any other small town girl in having that same dream.
I remember buying my dress…I was so excited because it was strapless and sparkly. It made me feel so pretty! Something I didn’t normally feel (and still don’t). I remember getting my hair done and stopping by the flower shop to pick up my flowers & my dates boutonniere. I remember he was to pick me up at 5:00. That’s because we needed to go to promenade before we go to dinner.
I couldn’t wait to go to promenade. That was when the prom couples would walk across the main stage in the park downtown so all the townsfolk can see how snazzy everyone looks with their tux’s and fancy formal dresses. Parents line up to take pictures and cheer as you walk across the stage. It’s almost like you are a star and they are the paparazzi.
So there I was…waiting for my date…waiting…waiting…waiting…and waiting. He never showed. He stood me up. The last hoo-rah! They’d got me…I was officially the laughing stalk of the town! A stigma I’d never shake.
I went to promenade anyway…I put on a smile and tried to act like it was no big deal. But it was…it was a huge deal. I tried to go to prom anyway…had my picture taken with a friend but I couldn’t stay. People were looking at me…laughing at me. It was humiliating!
I wish I could say that I stood tall and put on a smile and moved on…but I didn’t. I’ll be honest…I think out of all the horrible things people did to me this one takes the cake! It hurt…and it still hurts to some extent. Most girls have great memories of their Senior Prom. They have pictures and stories to tell their kids. My story is one I don’t like to tell and isn’t an easy one to tell.
After those 4 years of hell I knew that I had only one choice…to leave! And that is exactly what I did! I knew I had to do something drastic to get as far away as I could…so I joined the US Navy! The only thing I had on my mind was “Put me on a ship and set me to sail out to sea and get me the hell out of that place!” I left and I never looked back!
I thank God that I never did follow through with any of my suicide attempts or thoughts so many years ago. And if we fast forward 17 years…I have been married to a sexy hot cowboy straight from Texas for 16 of those years…I have the most amazing child in this world…and I am now a very successful career woman in the oil & gas industry with an MBA and loving every minute of it! I’ve been to Disney World, I’ve vacationed in Mexico & Jamaica, I’ve lived in Japan and traveled to so many places and have plans to travel to more…and I’ve even stood on the Great Wall of China…TWICE!
I have since forgiven those who tormented me. Though not a single one has ever apologized for any of it. I know that those years from 14-18 are hard for anyone…but I hope and pray that no child ever has to go through even half of what I went through. And I hope and pray that they realize that there IS life after all the bad!
A lot of people have asked me over the years if I have any regrets or wish I could change anything. And one would think that I would say “Hell YES!” But in reality…I wouldn’t change a thing! And I actually thank each and every one of my tormentors for putting me through hell…because without you I wouldn’t be where I am today…which is EXACTLY where I should be!
Submitted by: Keri; February 13, 2011; Catergory: Story
Ok…so I had another blog in mind but I’ve just read about another teen suicide due to bullying and I want to scream! I can’t believe all these news stories about teens that decide suicide is the only way out of the relentless bullying. It breaks my heart! As some of you know I was bullied, teased and tormented for most of my 4 years of high school. So much so that I was even transferred to another school for a little while. I don’t usually talk about those 4 years of hell but if my story saves one teenager from making such a final and irreversible decision then I’m ready to tell it…
From my first memory till I was 14, I lived in the same town in the same house. The picture perfect middle class life in a mid-sized Midwestern town. Then at age 14 my parents told me that we were moving…moving to an even smaller town where my father had gotten a job as a city police officer. I was scared and sad to be leaving my friends and having to start a new school with people I’d never met. But I was also excited at the thought of making new friends and new memories. I was even more excited about my new bedroom and the larger house we’d moved into. And soon after moving I met a few kids that I’d be going to school with (even snagged me a pretty cute boyfriend) and seemed to fit right in.
Before the school year starts there is a carnival that comes to town…they call it the “Fall Festival”. During that festival is when the incoming freshman get initiated. Initiation is just a bunch of silly things…like running around holding hands and singing songs…nothing too crazy…no major hazing or anything. And since we’d moved in the summer I was there just in time for this rite of passage. And I was really excited about meeting more of my future classmates and hoping I’d fit in. But I had no idea that my being there at that Fall Festival that particular year would forever change the course of my future.
The Fall Festival Freshman Initiation…well, it all started off really well. I met some new kids…some of them may have been a little stand-offish but I figured I could eventually win them over. My future looked bright and exciting. Then I saw some girls from my old hometown…I spoke with them and they were nice to my face…but I had no idea what kind of rumors about me they were spreading to the local townsfolk. Soon after I started to hear the snickers and whispers…I knew that my bright future just went dark. I knew that something was going on. Then that cute boyfriend I had snagged told me what was being said and even asked if it was true. And my heart stopped! That painful lump rose in my throat and I knew I was doomed! The whole school had already heard this horrifying and disgusting lie! It was a blatant lie and it still repulses me to this day to even say it out loud…but here goes…they were telling people that I was the “Weiner Woman”..yes, that’s right I had been labeled the “Hot Dog Girl”! You all know what I’m talking about! Every school has that one girl who is randomly chosen to tease and torment and spread rumors about…well, apparently being the “new girl” makes you the perfect target! And so there it was…I was from that point forward “that girl”!
I think that night was probably the first time I ever seriously contemplated suicide. I know there were numerous times in my 4 years of hell I’d contemplated it, but that night was one of my lowest points. I was so embarrassed! I was so mad! I had all these dreams and hopes for my new life and in one night they stole that from me. I figured that cute boy would dump me and so would my new friends…I know I wouldn’t want to be associated with someone that “supposedly” did something like that. I’d want to side with the majority…let’s not forget we were 14 years old…such an awkward time in anyone’s life!
Needless to say..that cute boy didn’t dump me and my new friends didn’t either…but that didn’t mean that I didn’t have a fierce battle ahead of me…
So, there I was…the newly minted “Weiner Woman”. In my 14 year old mind I had two choices…suicide or move forward. Even though I didn’t want to, I chose to move forward…why??? Because I was hopeful it would blow over. Boy was I wrong! Plus, I wasn’t about to let these ignorant people get the better of me! At that time it felt like I couldn’t make it through the next minute, hour, day, week, month, year…but I did. I had a great support system! My father was my savior! He knows that…and I thank him for that! (Love ya Dad!)
For the next 4 years I was teased, tormented and even threatened by some. Some of the things that I would encounter on a daily basis would be notes in my locker or on my locker saying “Weiner Woman” or something to that effect. Of course, you’d have the kids who would just say it to your face. Then there are the ones who’d egg your car…or sometimes I’d even get hot-dogged. Our house was Tee-peed. When I was 17 I lost a job at Dairy Queen because of it.
But I think the hardest part for me to understand at that time were the boys. I know I’d said that cute boy didn’t dump me but like all teenage romance it did come to an end. And that opened the doors to the other boys to earn what I now call “The Weiner Woman Badge of Honor”!
Most boys dated me for one of two reasons (I emphasize MOST because there were a few good guys). The first being that they wanted in good with my dad. He was a cop in a small town and some boys wanted on his good side…in the hopes it would save them from getting any future tickets or trouble. And the second reason would be to earn their “Weiner Woman Badge of Honor”! Those boys would take me out on a date, tell me how pretty I was, kiss me, and then ask if the rumors were true. I’d always tell them no and I’d get my hopes up that they would want to continue dating me but that never happened. I know they’d go back to their friends and BRAG how they hooked up with the wiener woman and then I’d get labeled a slut, whore or whatever else you want to call it.
Well, now I was, not only the “Weiner Woman”, I was a slut…at least that was what I was called on a daily basis. By the beginning of my junior year the bullying got really bad. To the point that my parents and I feared for what may happen to me while at school. My father approached the principal of the school and voiced his concerns for my safety. The result was that the principal felt it best that my parents remove me from the school. And that is exactly what happened.
I moved in with my grandfather in another small town not too far from my parents. And I started school there. And it was the best semester of my life! I immediately met some great friends (who I still consider my friends to this day). I felt like I’d found a place where I belonged. Sure, the rumors followed me but these people didn’t care! They didn’t believe them and they treated me like I was one of them! It was a dream come true! But in a turn of fate…all good things must come to an end…
I was living with my grandfather but I missed my family. I hated that these people had pushed me away and forced me to not only leave my school but I had to leave my family. My bedroom, my parents, my brother, my home cooked meal etc etc etc! And I got homesick! I started staying back at home and just driving up to the new school every day. But soon the new school figured it out and we were told I’d have to go back to my old school. I only had a year and a half left till graduation and I really thought I could make it. But I had no idea that the best…or should I say worst…was yet to come…
Senior Prom…that is probably the one event that almost all teenage girls look forward to in their high school career! There are really only two days that a small town girl looks forward to in her dream of being a princess…her wedding day and prom. And I was just like any other small town girl in having that same dream.
I remember buying my dress…I was so excited because it was strapless and sparkly. It made me feel so pretty! Something I didn’t normally feel (and still don’t). I remember getting my hair done and stopping by the flower shop to pick up my flowers & my dates boutonniere. I remember he was to pick me up at 5:00. That’s because we needed to go to promenade before we go to dinner.
I couldn’t wait to go to promenade. That was when the prom couples would walk across the main stage in the park downtown so all the townsfolk can see how snazzy everyone looks with their tux’s and fancy formal dresses. Parents line up to take pictures and cheer as you walk across the stage. It’s almost like you are a star and they are the paparazzi.
So there I was…waiting for my date…waiting…waiting…waiting…and waiting. He never showed. He stood me up. The last hoo-rah! They’d got me…I was officially the laughing stalk of the town! A stigma I’d never shake.
I went to promenade anyway…I put on a smile and tried to act like it was no big deal. But it was…it was a huge deal. I tried to go to prom anyway…had my picture taken with a friend but I couldn’t stay. People were looking at me…laughing at me. It was humiliating!
I wish I could say that I stood tall and put on a smile and moved on…but I didn’t. I’ll be honest…I think out of all the horrible things people did to me this one takes the cake! It hurt…and it still hurts to some extent. Most girls have great memories of their Senior Prom. They have pictures and stories to tell their kids. My story is one I don’t like to tell and isn’t an easy one to tell.
After those 4 years of hell I knew that I had only one choice…to leave! And that is exactly what I did! I knew I had to do something drastic to get as far away as I could…so I joined the US Navy! The only thing I had on my mind was “Put me on a ship and set me to sail out to sea and get me the hell out of that place!” I left and I never looked back!
I thank God that I never did follow through with any of my suicide attempts or thoughts so many years ago. And if we fast forward 17 years…I have been married to a sexy hot cowboy straight from Texas for 16 of those years…I have the most amazing child in this world…and I am now a very successful career woman in the oil & gas industry with an MBA and loving every minute of it! I’ve been to Disney World, I’ve vacationed in Mexico & Jamaica, I’ve lived in Japan and traveled to so many places and have plans to travel to more…and I’ve even stood on the Great Wall of China…TWICE!
I have since forgiven those who tormented me. Though not a single one has ever apologized for any of it. I know that those years from 14-18 are hard for anyone…but I hope and pray that no child ever has to go through even half of what I went through. And I hope and pray that they realize that there IS life after all the bad!
A lot of people have asked me over the years if I have any regrets or wish I could change anything. And one would think that I would say “Hell YES!” But in reality…I wouldn’t change a thing! And I actually thank each and every one of my tormentors for putting me through hell…because without you I wouldn’t be where I am today…which is EXACTLY where I should be!
Submitted by: Keri; February 13, 2011; Catergory: Story
Seduced by Life and Depression
It starts with the soft sound of the alarm every morning
I open my eyes and the battle begins
With his soft sultry voice Depression wraps his arms around me and says “Stay”
Life abruptly pulls me up and says, “Live”
Depression holds my arms down while Life opens my prescription bottle
“Here” says Life as I cup my hand and pop the pill into my mouth
Depression is looking at me in a seducing manner and patting the warm bed smiling
Life tosses me my towel and leads me to the bathroom where he starts the water
During my shower I can hear Life and Depression bickering about how productive I will be
I wonder who will win today
I return to my room clad with my towel not caring if they see me since they know my soul
Life has my clothes laid out while Depression scoffs at his choice
“These hideous clothes are very unflattering” I believe him
I apprehensively go to my closet for a different outfit knowing nothing is flattering
Life hands me something he knows I will wear, black skirt and shirt
I dress myself and drink my coffee while putting my make-up on to cover the sadness
Depression is still calling my name softly enticing
Life is more aggressive suggesting things to do today
Sometimes I listen
Sometimes there is too much to listen to
Life knows when to stop talking so I can think
Depression keeps yammering on telling me that Life is too risky
Scaring me back into his warm safe arms under the covers
I am a lucky one
Life is stronger than Depression… today
I worry about those who love the stronger more charismatic Depression who is more aggressive
What if my love for Life was passive and weak
I’d be sleeping with my devoted Depression in our warm safe bed
With Life waiting for me to awaken
Sara Stack
August 6, 2009
Submitted by: Sara; February 13, 2011; Category: Poetry
It starts with the soft sound of the alarm every morning
I open my eyes and the battle begins
With his soft sultry voice Depression wraps his arms around me and says “Stay”
Life abruptly pulls me up and says, “Live”
Depression holds my arms down while Life opens my prescription bottle
“Here” says Life as I cup my hand and pop the pill into my mouth
Depression is looking at me in a seducing manner and patting the warm bed smiling
Life tosses me my towel and leads me to the bathroom where he starts the water
During my shower I can hear Life and Depression bickering about how productive I will be
I wonder who will win today
I return to my room clad with my towel not caring if they see me since they know my soul
Life has my clothes laid out while Depression scoffs at his choice
“These hideous clothes are very unflattering” I believe him
I apprehensively go to my closet for a different outfit knowing nothing is flattering
Life hands me something he knows I will wear, black skirt and shirt
I dress myself and drink my coffee while putting my make-up on to cover the sadness
Depression is still calling my name softly enticing
Life is more aggressive suggesting things to do today
Sometimes I listen
Sometimes there is too much to listen to
Life knows when to stop talking so I can think
Depression keeps yammering on telling me that Life is too risky
Scaring me back into his warm safe arms under the covers
I am a lucky one
Life is stronger than Depression… today
I worry about those who love the stronger more charismatic Depression who is more aggressive
What if my love for Life was passive and weak
I’d be sleeping with my devoted Depression in our warm safe bed
With Life waiting for me to awaken
Sara Stack
August 6, 2009
Submitted by: Sara; February 13, 2011; Category: Poetry
"I have a little friend, and he's called depression"
- By Lily B.
He tells me to do things. He tells me to hurt myself. He yells at me for not getting out of bed, yet he makes sure I feel so bad it hurts even to breathe. He doesn’t care if I don’t eat, all he wants is for me to slip deeper into a pitch-black hole he carefully had me dig for myself. He makes sure I occasionally get angry so I can break things or say something hurtful: that way, he’ll bight even deeper. Depression is my little friend, although more and more every day I find myself calling him my killer. But as much as I may hate him, there’s no way I’ll get rid of him: depression gives me safety, depression fills my days. If I were to get rid of depression, my life would become empty, cold: depression is a part of me, he is the monkey on my back. Depression is my drug, and he is a drug I am so sick of being addicted to, but yet I cannot get rid of.
I wrote this a few months back. When I look at those days I see that I was in a dark place, and suicide was a daily thought. Although I am still fighting, knowing that I was strong enough to pull through makes me love life every day a little more. The day I knew that, if I wanted, I could've swallowed a bottle of pills without hesitation was the day I also found out I still had, somewhere deep inside of me, buried away, hidden, a will to survive. The day I lost myself completely was the day I started to find myself again.
To all of you who think that they are alone, you are not. There is always a helping hand.
Never lose hope.
Submitted by: Lily; February 13, 2011; Category: Story
- By Lily B.
He tells me to do things. He tells me to hurt myself. He yells at me for not getting out of bed, yet he makes sure I feel so bad it hurts even to breathe. He doesn’t care if I don’t eat, all he wants is for me to slip deeper into a pitch-black hole he carefully had me dig for myself. He makes sure I occasionally get angry so I can break things or say something hurtful: that way, he’ll bight even deeper. Depression is my little friend, although more and more every day I find myself calling him my killer. But as much as I may hate him, there’s no way I’ll get rid of him: depression gives me safety, depression fills my days. If I were to get rid of depression, my life would become empty, cold: depression is a part of me, he is the monkey on my back. Depression is my drug, and he is a drug I am so sick of being addicted to, but yet I cannot get rid of.
I wrote this a few months back. When I look at those days I see that I was in a dark place, and suicide was a daily thought. Although I am still fighting, knowing that I was strong enough to pull through makes me love life every day a little more. The day I knew that, if I wanted, I could've swallowed a bottle of pills without hesitation was the day I also found out I still had, somewhere deep inside of me, buried away, hidden, a will to survive. The day I lost myself completely was the day I started to find myself again.
To all of you who think that they are alone, you are not. There is always a helping hand.
Never lose hope.
Submitted by: Lily; February 13, 2011; Category: Story
Your Turn Now
Take some time
Step back from the world
Try to remember
Remember how it once was
When it wasn't a fight to talk
When there wasn't always something in the way
I would love to say we can have it back
But it is much too late for that
I learned how to be me
All on my own
I learned how to stand
When you aren't around
I didn't run to you when I cried
No matter how much I felt the need
I found my own strength
Discovered how much I can do alone
So it's your turn now
I can't hold your hand
You must learn who you are
You must stand all alone
You must find your strength
Learn what you can do on your own
But remember how it once was
Try to remember
Step back from the world
Take some time
Submitted by: Ashlie; February 1, 2011; Category: Poetry
Take some time
Step back from the world
Try to remember
Remember how it once was
When it wasn't a fight to talk
When there wasn't always something in the way
I would love to say we can have it back
But it is much too late for that
I learned how to be me
All on my own
I learned how to stand
When you aren't around
I didn't run to you when I cried
No matter how much I felt the need
I found my own strength
Discovered how much I can do alone
So it's your turn now
I can't hold your hand
You must learn who you are
You must stand all alone
You must find your strength
Learn what you can do on your own
But remember how it once was
Try to remember
Step back from the world
Take some time
Submitted by: Ashlie; February 1, 2011; Category: Poetry
I Believe in You
Whenever you're down,
And all on your own.
Never give up,
For the light will be shown.
Dear child, just keep your head up,
And a smile on that face.
Because no matter what in life,
You'll find your place.
Just keep walking,
And always stay true.
Never give up,
Because I believe in you.
Submitted by: Tyler Christian; January 30, 2011; Catergory: Poetry
Whenever you're down,
And all on your own.
Never give up,
For the light will be shown.
Dear child, just keep your head up,
And a smile on that face.
Because no matter what in life,
You'll find your place.
Just keep walking,
And always stay true.
Never give up,
Because I believe in you.
Submitted by: Tyler Christian; January 30, 2011; Catergory: Poetry