Five years ago today, I chose to live.

This is a true, personal story about myself. I just felt the need to share it somewhere and I figured that here is as good as anywhere.

But, I have to back up a little bit.

In September of my 8th grade year, in 2009, I broke my leg. I had to have 3 surgeries on it, I caught Swine Flu, I had to miss the entire second quarter of school, it was no fun. During that time, I couldn't do anything for myself and that's when the depression really started to get bad. So, I go back to school, still in my wheelchair, and the guy I have a huge crush on (and I mean a HUGE crush) comes up to me first thing that morning and he's like, "Oh, hey Sarah, you're back! I was hoping you had killed yourself." And that was just the start of it, all day, I heard all of the outlandish stories of how I had broken my leg. Most of them involved me being too fat and breaking then falling through something or other. I decided to take that guy's advice and kill myself. I remember sitting in science class and planning out what I was going to do: When my friend's mom took me home and helped me get inside, I went back to my bedroom. I was home alone that day, so I figured it would be a good day for it. The album Ocean Eyes by Owl City had just come out, and I loved it. so, I decided to listen to it while I wrote the note. But when the last song on the album, Tidal Wave, came on, I got the gut feeling to listen, really listen, to the song. By the time the song ended, Adam Young had let me know that I am not alone and there is hope. He encouraged me to keep going. To be honest, I'm glad he did. Because now, I realize that life is beautiful.

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[Heartful5160]

Awww, we all have those times when we feel like we just want to end our lives, because of the people we go around. I know when I was in like third grade, I had to repeat that grade and the next class that came in, all they did was make fun of me and call me stupid for being there the second time over. I actually started to let them get into my head and I started to believe them, until I woke up one morning, feeling confident about myself. Why listen to those people, when actually you may never see them again in your life? Why let people chose who you're supposed to? You know what I've figured out? Is that when people call you something, that's really what there calling themselves. But don't let someone chose who you're going to be in your life. Because last time I checked it was your life you were living and not theirs. Thanks for sharing the experience. WritersCafe is a great place to share those with people that care. I enjoyed it. Great write and keep writing!