The Text She actually texted me. My thought as I’m looking for shoes in the mall with my friend and look down at my phone. I feel the oxygen leaving my body, but there seems to be none coming in.
“Lex, what’s wrong?” my friend Brianna asked.
I had no words. However, she kept her stare, so I managed to whisper, “she texted me.” I waited seven months. I have gone so long without a word. This woman, whom I used to call “mom,” has made my life a living hell. She has told me she doesn’t love me, she doesn’t want me anymore, and she wished she never had me; She is the reason I had to move from Gloucester, she is the reason I have to go to therapy, and she is the reason I have trust issues.
I jumped when Brianna hugs me and snaps me out of the …show more content…
I wanted to get help. My mom refused to help me. She wouldn’t realize what was happening to me. I wanted to live with my dad. My brothers wanted me to leave too. They watched her break down every little thing I did for years. They understood how undeniably sad I was all the time. They watched me struggle to find the will to live, but they kept quiet not wanting to draw any attention to themselves. So, standing in the hallway looking into my living room begging and pleading to my grandparents and my mom. I just wanted out. I cried to them. I told them about what my mom does to me. I told them what her boyfriend does to me and her. I explained to them that I’ve watched my mom get hit for months and just take it. I spoke the truth. Moreover, it was decided that I was overreacting, lying, and that I needed to deal with it because she is my mother. After my grandparents left my mother kicked me out once …show more content…
Seven months ago on the same exact day I was diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression disorder. Also, This was the first time it was brought up to my doctor, but he knew. I think it might’ve been because I was there due to the fact that I tried to kill myself. I thought about it for months alone in my room, though the furthest I ever got was cutting. Until I broke. I tried to overdose on the painkillers my mom had. I was so close to dying and no one knew. None of my friends, not my parents, only my doctor and I. After this doctors visit I was given a prescription for antidepressants and started to feel
“Lex, what’s wrong?” my friend Brianna asked.
I had no words. However, she kept her stare, so I managed to whisper, “she texted me.” I waited seven months. I have gone so long without a word. This woman, whom I used to call “mom,” has made my life a living hell. She has told me she doesn’t love me, she doesn’t want me anymore, and she wished she never had me; She is the reason I had to move from Gloucester, she is the reason I have to go to therapy, and she is the reason I have trust issues.
I jumped when Brianna hugs me and snaps me out of the …show more content…
I wanted to get help. My mom refused to help me. She wouldn’t realize what was happening to me. I wanted to live with my dad. My brothers wanted me to leave too. They watched her break down every little thing I did for years. They understood how undeniably sad I was all the time. They watched me struggle to find the will to live, but they kept quiet not wanting to draw any attention to themselves. So, standing in the hallway looking into my living room begging and pleading to my grandparents and my mom. I just wanted out. I cried to them. I told them about what my mom does to me. I told them what her boyfriend does to me and her. I explained to them that I’ve watched my mom get hit for months and just take it. I spoke the truth. Moreover, it was decided that I was overreacting, lying, and that I needed to deal with it because she is my mother. After my grandparents left my mother kicked me out once …show more content…
Seven months ago on the same exact day I was diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression disorder. Also, This was the first time it was brought up to my doctor, but he knew. I think it might’ve been because I was there due to the fact that I tried to kill myself. I thought about it for months alone in my room, though the furthest I ever got was cutting. Until I broke. I tried to overdose on the painkillers my mom had. I was so close to dying and no one knew. None of my friends, not my parents, only my doctor and I. After this doctors visit I was given a prescription for antidepressants and started to feel