August tenth of 2013, is the last day I remember. For the next hundred or so days after the aforementioned one, I don’t have a clue as to how they happened. The hardest part was, perhaps, my crumbling again, anxiety like I’d never had before. But not on August tenth. The first day of a new team and the last day of supposed sanity, I distinctly remember being afraid to be left alone with the then strangers. That had become the norm for me.
Eighth grade. At this time I was moving forward, slowly befriending my nameless best friend, leaving all of the others behind. After all, everything else was changing. In seventh grade, I was medicated, Focalin as the drug of choice. The many side effects I’d experienced made them switch me over to Vyvanse, …show more content…
That was the problem with my newfound self-reliance, I was too afraid to admit that I was sinking. This was November and my first glimmer of a silver lining in the B-C average I 'd created for myself. Somehow I 'd made it through the malnourishment and holiday practices, and brought myself to an A-B report card. But that didn 't mean I was above the surface yet. Ever since before I’d started school, I was considered gifted, it was a characteristic of mine, it was me, a title I held in high regard and appreciated as it made the bullying tolerable, they could mock my mental capabilities because they were a gift, something that they lacked, but now I was back to being that twelve year old girl who was constantly questioning her every move, unable to decipher whether it was the anxiety or ADHD that was deciding how and what and when she would be capable of so much as breathing correctly; and if she wasn’t hyperventilating it was the sweaty palms and heart palpitations she had to worry over. Yes, my grades looked a little better, but all who cared about those knew I was being bothered by much more than my feigned
Eighth grade. At this time I was moving forward, slowly befriending my nameless best friend, leaving all of the others behind. After all, everything else was changing. In seventh grade, I was medicated, Focalin as the drug of choice. The many side effects I’d experienced made them switch me over to Vyvanse, …show more content…
That was the problem with my newfound self-reliance, I was too afraid to admit that I was sinking. This was November and my first glimmer of a silver lining in the B-C average I 'd created for myself. Somehow I 'd made it through the malnourishment and holiday practices, and brought myself to an A-B report card. But that didn 't mean I was above the surface yet. Ever since before I’d started school, I was considered gifted, it was a characteristic of mine, it was me, a title I held in high regard and appreciated as it made the bullying tolerable, they could mock my mental capabilities because they were a gift, something that they lacked, but now I was back to being that twelve year old girl who was constantly questioning her every move, unable to decipher whether it was the anxiety or ADHD that was deciding how and what and when she would be capable of so much as breathing correctly; and if she wasn’t hyperventilating it was the sweaty palms and heart palpitations she had to worry over. Yes, my grades looked a little better, but all who cared about those knew I was being bothered by much more than my feigned