I don’t usually like to write personal posts, but I’m making an exception this time around.
I’ve dealt with anxiety and depression for a long time. I recall many nights spent as a kid not sleeping because of anxiety. I was never afraid of monsters under my bed, or of the dark. I was anxious over what school would bring the next day, how my future would turn out, and what my existence meant.
I went to a private school from pre-school-4th grade. I was the weird kid in my class, and became a target for harassment as a result. My classmates switched between ignoring my existence and throwing insults towards me, which later turned into me being insulted by my classmates every day. My escape became reading books.
I usually responded to insults
I’ve dealt with anxiety and depression for a long time. I recall many nights spent as a kid not sleeping because of anxiety. I was never afraid of monsters under my bed, or of the dark. I was anxious over what school would bring the next day, how my future would turn out, and what my existence meant.
I went to a private school from pre-school-4th grade. I was the weird kid in my class, and became a target for harassment as a result. My classmates switched between ignoring my existence and throwing insults towards me, which later turned into me being insulted by my classmates every day. My escape became reading books.
I usually responded to insults