8th Grade

Depression. Sadness. Hopelessness. These were all things I felt in my eighth grade year. "Lighten up," people would say, "you can change if you really want to!" They didn't understand. My family said to pray and it would all get better. I knew that I didn't have a reason to be sad, but I still was. A girl came into my life and said, "it will be better, wait a week and see." She said this every week, trying to give me hope, trying to keep me breathing. At first it annoyed me but I humored her. Now, a year later, I still get sad but I don't think of taking my life anymore.