On a Tuesday evening two months into my junior year, I realized my life was changing. I was transitioning from child to adult in society’s eyes. I was working, driving, and taking more difficult classes to prepare for college. The more responsibilities I accepted, the more I was treated like an adult.
It was not until two months later that I realized I was changing. Being under so much pressure to be the best was finally breaking me. I fought in silence for months until I could no longer take the stress and pressure; I tried to kill myself eight days before my seventeenth birthday. The next day, I was diagnosed with clinical depression. I realized I had gone through more trauma than a child ever should. This is my story:
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It was not until two months later that I realized I was changing. Being under so much pressure to be the best was finally breaking me. I fought in silence for months until I could no longer take the stress and pressure; I tried to kill myself eight days before my seventeenth birthday. The next day, I was diagnosed with clinical depression. I realized I had gone through more trauma than a child ever should. This is my story:
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