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It was the summer before my junior year of high school when the whole thing started, you see I'd been diagnosed with a chronic form of depression and my mom started sending me to a therapist. I would meet with her once a week to talk to her about what was going on in my head, which was a lot, let me tell you.

Anyways, school ended in early June and I was looking forward to my two months reprieve from hell. Well, school wasn't that bad but by the same token it just about was. I should probably elaborate on that while I'm at it I guess; so my high school was made up of about 1,200 kids and there were an estimated 400 per grade. But the numbers dwindled from grade to grade due to kids dropping out. By the way, you'd be surprised by the number of kids who dropped before even going to high school. 

So, that puts me in with 399 other kids to call my "friends" and I shared my 6 classes with these "friends" and spent my weekends hanging out with these "friends". I'm getting ahead of myself now, and I shouldn't put parenthesis in front of the word friends because there were a few that I really did like. 

I'm also getting away from the main thing I'm trying to tell you too, that happens a lot, me getting distracted, which I'll talk about later. So, summer rolled along and it went by quickly, at the same time, my depression began to grow up a little bit and by the end of the summer, the once happy-go-lucky kid that I was once had been replaced by a miserable, "f**k you" yelling snot. I felt bad for my parents, especially my mom who had to watch me develop the same problems she had and tried to hide from me. She knew what I was going through, and it was hard for her to accept it. I'm just glad she cut me the slack she did, or I probably would have exploded.

Author's Note

chapter one, I'll be making a few revisions soon, and be writing more chapters after that.

Reviews

[Meat of Dog]

Depression is a hard thing to deal with, and I can understand who talking to a therapist would be even harder, or a lot of pressure. It’s also sad how public school is; it’s ‘hell’ because so many hormones and social contexts get in the way of the reason for being here, learning. I wish they would find a way to reduce the stress, maybe then there would be fewer dropouts. This was a nice little slice of life excerpt/ perspective.

Suggestions:
“I'd been been diagnosed” Remove one ‘been’
“was a lot let me” Coma after ‘lot’

[hxldxncxxns]

Indeed, I wish high school didn't have so much of a focus of social standings and the like, but I think it's a good time to learn a lesson or two about people. Learning should be the main goal no doubt, and I agree, the number of drop outs saddens me.

Thank you, and thanks for the catches!

[Meat of Dog]

No problem, any time!