I won’t say my story is unlike any other. I won’t that I’ve been to the ends of the earth to fight for my honor. I can’t say that my family abandoned me on the steps of an orphanage, or that I never felt love. Those things would be the makings of a really heartwarming story. But, it wouldn’t be my own. Despite never experiencing those things, I am no longer ashamed or scared of what I can say, I’ve seen seen the face of true evil.
I went into my freshman year hopeful. I was at a different school than my old classmates, and I knew it would be my chance to get a new start, maybe fit in with the popular kids for once. Yet, that wasn’t the case. I had no choice but to sit alone at lunch because I had no friends. I didn’t want to seem sad though, so I immersed myself in books. I’d easily finish a book in two days with all the reading I did. It was easy to cover up how alone I felt when I had the hero’s in my books to accompany me. Like them, I had my call to adventure when a sophomore asked me out. And let …show more content…
My depression skyrocketed, my self hate, my anxiety, and paranoia grew. I became extremely unhealthy and sought out therapy that lasted years. I won’t say I am over it all, and that I have managed to return to my ordinary world. Because I haven’t. I still struggle with loving myself and knowing my own worth sometimes. When a man looks you in the eye and down at your scars with a hunger, it messes with your brain. I have however, gotten much better. These trials made me a better person, they have taught me how to help people and taught me when I myself need to seek help. This experience made me realize that asking for help is never a bad thing, and that I am worth so much more than being someone’s toy. Three years later, I ended my therapy and learned ways to cope with my anxiety and depression, mostly through creating art and performing. So, yeah Carl. I am an actress, but I don’t have to pretend to be happy
I went into my freshman year hopeful. I was at a different school than my old classmates, and I knew it would be my chance to get a new start, maybe fit in with the popular kids for once. Yet, that wasn’t the case. I had no choice but to sit alone at lunch because I had no friends. I didn’t want to seem sad though, so I immersed myself in books. I’d easily finish a book in two days with all the reading I did. It was easy to cover up how alone I felt when I had the hero’s in my books to accompany me. Like them, I had my call to adventure when a sophomore asked me out. And let …show more content…
My depression skyrocketed, my self hate, my anxiety, and paranoia grew. I became extremely unhealthy and sought out therapy that lasted years. I won’t say I am over it all, and that I have managed to return to my ordinary world. Because I haven’t. I still struggle with loving myself and knowing my own worth sometimes. When a man looks you in the eye and down at your scars with a hunger, it messes with your brain. I have however, gotten much better. These trials made me a better person, they have taught me how to help people and taught me when I myself need to seek help. This experience made me realize that asking for help is never a bad thing, and that I am worth so much more than being someone’s toy. Three years later, I ended my therapy and learned ways to cope with my anxiety and depression, mostly through creating art and performing. So, yeah Carl. I am an actress, but I don’t have to pretend to be happy