Kan

It's life
2010-06-20 11:19:27 (UTC)

High School: Depression=Alcohol Stress=Drugs

Families always there for you? Friends are shoulders to
lean on? What if everything that once made sense to you,
suddenly didnt? My freshmen year of high school, was
horrible. From the early mornings to the biggest fakest
smiles, I really wasnt a happy camper. I was never really
happy. Depression and stress were somewhat like my
followers. I wasnt a loaner, yet I wished I was. I cut
classes to be with people, who I didnt even know. Then the
drugs and alcohol came in the picture.I Was always the
smart one, but for that time being I really didnt care
about any part of school. As I got more and more into the
alcohol and drugs, I found myself in a bit of a situation.
Grades went down just as fast as the economy did. I went
to drugs and alcohol looking for peace and comfort, but
all I found was something far less than what I bargined
for. I found myself majority of the time locked up in my
room. Clean sharp razor thin blade. Just once, just to see
how it feels.That quickly became a habbit, a hobby. The
cuts on my rist were very visible, from a short distance.
People always questioned me about it, but I simply blamed
it on my imaginary cat. A friend of mine, whom I've gotten
close to, questioned me about it was well. She was very
much aware that I did not own a cat. She knew I hated
cats. She told not to use that "My cat scratched me" bit,
she knew. I never thought of her as a threat, even at that
moment. She knew what I was going through, and instead of
calling me out she helped me out. And to this day I am
very close friends with her. And no longer turn to drugs
and alcohol for comfort.




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