Life Is A Journey To The Other Side

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Life is a journey to the other side, but the road to being an adult to short. It was as if I actually walked into a bathroom a child and came out and adult? This is how fast I remember the summer before high school. I didn’t gradually transition like most kids, it all just happened in the blink of an eye. It was hard enough changing schools let alone being a teenager, all while I watching my mom be sick. I recall this summer as one of the hardest I would ever face. I never would have guessed that life would be the way it is now. I am a completely different person then I was back then. After leaving 8th grade being the top dog; now you’re the low man on the totem pole. I ended up with a bad haircut that summer, and things just went down hill …show more content…
I was alone and scared. How can you become an adult when you are still a child? All I wanted was to talk to my mom. To me, my mom was my sounding board. She listened to my problems, and she helped get me though school. I can remember many times when she drug me to school, because I would rather of stayed at home with her. Everyday I found out she wasn’t joking and I was going to school. She was always there when I needed anything. The rock when I was in a hard place, the person that will forever be my hero. Now, I thank God she made me go and she is and always will be there for …show more content…
What do I do? Who do I talk to and how do I keep living day to day? I couldn’t talk to my mom so I turned to composing in my journal. It became my sounding board. My dad started blaming me for things out of my control. Telling me I was ungrateful to my mom, and how I wasn’t helping around the house. I fell further and further into depression and loneliness. Here I was a teen/adult and getting ready for high school, and I didn’t feel very cool. I was depressed because my mom hadn’t been home for a while and she had things going on in her world as well. I started school that fall, and my mind was back to when I was in first grade. I just wanted to stay home with my mom. I was not ready to be at school in the state of mind I was in. Everyday was a struggle and every moment a fight to the end of the day. I was very depressed in a new school and trying to make new friends. I don’t remember most of the first few months of school. I just remember thinking a great deal about my mom. It was a hard summer and fall. It threw me into a deep depression of wondering what life meant. Do we all get sick like mom? I had no answers to my questions, no one to talk to, and no one that knew what I was going through. It was like being in a never-ending story, and I just wanted an

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