The World Of A Depressed Teen
This is going to be a sort of dramatization, although a believable one. The youth of the world are not perfect. Some of us are far from that. We cry more than we laugh. We are more ashamed than we are proud. In fact, we hate ourselves. We have bad thoughts constantly. Sometimes, we do drugs or cut. We don't believe in things like adults do. The idea of god is either fake or a subject of hate. Why would god hate us so much, after all? Our parents don't understand us and neither do the kids at school. School sucks, and so does the idea of our future. We are depressed teens, the one thing that children should never be.
(As mentioned, this is a dramatization. All things perceived are merely for educational purposes.)
I am a depressed teen. I sing myself a lullaby each night, praying that I can just go to sleep. Bad thoughts keep me up, and my dreams disturb me. I'm scared all of the time, and I am worried everyone will hurt me. Some people say that demons talk to me. That's funny. Maybe they do, but I don't care. I couldn't believe in anything, who could? Kids say I'm different and my parents worry about me. My grades are horrible and my life seems out of control. When will this nightmare end? Am I really alive? Why can't I just be like the other kids? Why do their lives seem so much better than mine? Sometimes, I even get high or drunk to feel better, but it just makes me feel worse. All it does is make me hate myself. I hurt myself and think about what it would be like to just be gone. Running away from everything. That's all I ever do. Why do in have to be so weak? Heck, I just wish this would stop. Can't someone be my friend and tell me everything is okay? That's all I ever want, is for someone to tell me it's okay.
That's what it can be like for one of us. I know, it sounds horrible. Trust me, it is. If you're suffering out there, please, tell someone you trust. You don't want to give up, now, do you? Life can get better, and it all starts with being honest and finding treatment that works for you. Being a depressed teen, is, well, heck. It's the worst thing ever. You have the ability to get past this, trust me, you're stronger than you think. I'll be including a helpful link so you can get in touch with someone who does understand you and can help you. Don't give up, please, whatever you do, don't give up. I am Ameila Varner, the host of Get Help Now, and I know that the one thing that there will always be is hope, and that means, for you, too. Here's that link. Just paste it into Chrome or whatever. There's even a number you can call and text on it. I love you all.
https://teenlineonline.org
This is going to be a sort of dramatization, although a believable one. The youth of the world are not perfect. Some of us are far from that. We cry more than we laugh. We are more ashamed than we are proud. In fact, we hate ourselves. We have bad thoughts constantly. Sometimes, we do drugs or cut. We don't believe in things like adults do. The idea of god is either fake or a subject of hate. Why would god hate us so much, after all? Our parents don't understand us and neither do the kids at school. School sucks, and so does the idea of our future. We are depressed teens, the one thing that children should never be.
(As mentioned, this is a dramatization. All things perceived are merely for educational purposes.)
I am a depressed teen. I sing myself a lullaby each night, praying that I can just go to sleep. Bad thoughts keep me up, and my dreams disturb me. I'm scared all of the time, and I am worried everyone will hurt me. Some people say that demons talk to me. That's funny. Maybe they do, but I don't care. I couldn't believe in anything, who could? Kids say I'm different and my parents worry about me. My grades are horrible and my life seems out of control. When will this nightmare end? Am I really alive? Why can't I just be like the other kids? Why do their lives seem so much better than mine? Sometimes, I even get high or drunk to feel better, but it just makes me feel worse. All it does is make me hate myself. I hurt myself and think about what it would be like to just be gone. Running away from everything. That's all I ever do. Why do in have to be so weak? Heck, I just wish this would stop. Can't someone be my friend and tell me everything is okay? That's all I ever want, is for someone to tell me it's okay.
That's what it can be like for one of us. I know, it sounds horrible. Trust me, it is. If you're suffering out there, please, tell someone you trust. You don't want to give up, now, do you? Life can get better, and it all starts with being honest and finding treatment that works for you. Being a depressed teen, is, well, heck. It's the worst thing ever. You have the ability to get past this, trust me, you're stronger than you think. I'll be including a helpful link so you can get in touch with someone who does understand you and can help you. Don't give up, please, whatever you do, don't give up. I am Ameila Varner, the host of Get Help Now, and I know that the one thing that there will always be is hope, and that means, for you, too. Here's that link. Just paste it into Chrome or whatever. There's even a number you can call and text on it. I love you all.
https://teenlineonline.org
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