Middle school was horrible. Seventh grade wasn’t so bad but in eighth grade it was horrible. I was put in CBE classes. They relied on the student to stay Motivated and focused. I have Inattentive ADHD. My ADHD causes me to get short bursts of motivation and energy. The key word there is short. I avoided long and tedious tasks but that is what school is. I would get frustrated when I lost motivation for some work. I would be halfway through a project then they would move on to a whole different unit. Eventually, I gave up. I would show up to class listen to directions, Get my Chromebook, then stare at it. Every once in awhile I would move the screen a bit just hoping it would spark some motivation. I begged myself to do it but I wouldn’t. I didn’t want to stay so far behind, but I felt as if I had no other choice.
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It started out slow. I barely felt any difference. I always thought that I couldn’t get depression I had a happy family. My grandma loved me. I always thought that there was someone that had it much worse off than me. Then it evolved into, I’m not depressed I never cry. Then it lead to me bottling up my feelings I wrote something recently that I feel really explains what I felt.
In eighth grade, I was clinically depressed. I was prescribed multiple different antidepressants to try and chase the sickness away. My therapist suggested I name my illness, I named them Reaper. I gave Reaper their own Identity. Sometimes Reaper went on vacation and I was able to laugh and smile with my friends. When Reaper was away I got As on my test but when they came back. I was numb. I felt nothing. I didn’t feel happy. I didn’t feel sadness. I didn’t care about anything. There were days when it felt like Reaper was sitting on my chest and crushing my lungs. I would tell my mom “I have a stomach
It started out slow. I barely felt any difference. I always thought that I couldn’t get depression I had a happy family. My grandma loved me. I always thought that there was someone that had it much worse off than me. Then it evolved into, I’m not depressed I never cry. Then it lead to me bottling up my feelings I wrote something recently that I feel really explains what I felt.
In eighth grade, I was clinically depressed. I was prescribed multiple different antidepressants to try and chase the sickness away. My therapist suggested I name my illness, I named them Reaper. I gave Reaper their own Identity. Sometimes Reaper went on vacation and I was able to laugh and smile with my friends. When Reaper was away I got As on my test but when they came back. I was numb. I felt nothing. I didn’t feel happy. I didn’t feel sadness. I didn’t care about anything. There were days when it felt like Reaper was sitting on my chest and crushing my lungs. I would tell my mom “I have a stomach