I am here to help. The stories that I could post could be of help to you in many ways. They could: make you laugh, give you advice in the form of a moral, or make you feel ten times better about your own stressful times. These are just a few things.
Let me give you an idea of what I can help you with:
- Over the years, I have attended two elementary schools, three middle schools, and three high schools. I am pretty much an expert on all things New Student.
- When I was in fourth grade, my house, with all of my family's possessions, burned to the ground.
- I have this thing called P.C.O.S. (Exclusive to girls. Guys, I unfortunately cannot help you with any health-related problems). P.C.O.S. is a condition that requires me to have a strict, no-carb diet and a strict exercise regime. More on that later.
- This next thing is really hard for me to admit. It took me six months to even get up the nerve to tell my own parents about this. And after that, I tried to downplay it by saying that I would feel better when I got used to this new school. Okay. Enough rambling. Here goes. A few months ago, my doctor diagnosed me with clinical depression. There. I said it. Now, if I leave it there and finish typing this post without erasing it, that will be a feat. Anyone who thinks they are dealing with this, you are not alone. Talk to me. Or your parents. Or an adult that you can trust. We all can help.
These are just a few things.
Now. This blog will be written, as stated above, about the trials of my childhood and teenage years. If you have any of these similar problems that you think you need help figuring out, I can help. I understand if you are the type of person who hates asking for help. I am that type of person. I hate admitting defeat. I understand if you are, and I encourage you to try not to do what I did the last few years. I was a hermit; I avoided making friends and I stayed in my own little world most of the time. I did this because I had a hard time dealing with the things going on in my life and I didn't want anyone to feel sorry for me. Everyone has their own problems, I used to think, and why should I unload my own problems on them? But it helps to talk to someone. Really, it does. Even if it's someone who can't talk back. But, there are people who can, like your parents, like a counselor. They can help.
In conclusion (I like to talk, can you tell?), I am putting myself and all my problems out here on the World Wide Web to be of assistance to someone who would like to get advice on (or just talk about) all things stressful in your teenage years. This can be done anonymously, or not. Send me a message. Email me. Facebook me. If you need help, I am here.
You fellow gal,