Story Time: Depression, Anxiety, And Bipolar

Telling my long story to you guys.

Hey guys!

It’s me shorkiemama, and I just wanted to be real with you guys. I know most people won’t read this but yolo! Today I’ll tell you about my struggle with depression, anxiety, and bipolar disorder. Love y’all!!

I wish fifth grade never happened

So for some background, in second grade I had a crush ( just like every little girl lol) on this boy, let’s call him Sam. So Sam and I like each other, and like every second grade kids, we thought we were dating. In third grade I blocked him out and in fourth grade we reconnected and started talking again and I realized I kind of started to have feelings for Sam again, but I wasn’t sure.

The start

So we go into fifth grade. I have no feelings for Sam after all but I consider him a friend. He doesn’t and he is still in love with me. By fifth grade basically everyone knows about sex, right. So if fifth grade boys know that he likes me, this can’t be good right?

Here we go

At first I had no idea what was going on. I sat at table seven with my friends (which was a huge mistake because all the so called ‘jocks’ sat there) but over time I started to tune into the boys conversations and found out they were talking about me. They were talking about me and Sam having sex!?! What!?! He hasn’t even been TO MY HOUSE. Then for the rest of the year there were so many rumors and so much gossip. For example one day Sam came in with I stain on his shirt ( a WHITE stain! Like seriously of ALL THE COLORS WHITE!?) and the guys ask Sam if he had hung out with me the day before. After that there were more and more jokes after that, each one getting worse over time.

The aftermath

You would think once the school year was over it would be better, right? Well it wasn’t. I was constantly afraid that I would see one of the jocks or Sam out in public. Suicidal thoughts crossed my mind one too many times. I was loosing weight and not caring about anything. I wish I could reach out to my parents but I’m too scared too. I wish I could get help. I wish, but wishing gets me no where. I want to yell at all the people who made my life miserable but I don’t have a voice that big...

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Thanks for listening to my story! Hope I didn’t bore you!! Love you guys and if you have any advice I’d love to hear it!😘😁