Hmmmm.... this is quite interesting. I have to share!
During math class when I didn't have my homework my teacher told me to call my dad. When I did he didn't answer. So I sat down. Then my teacher, Ms. H yells at me for no reason I know. And tells me to call him again.
She pulls me out into the hall and tells me that I can't afford to not do my homework with the grade I have in her class. And tells me that I'm going to fail and never amount to anything.
I was furious, I sat down and I began to cry because if my dad finds out that I'm still not doing my math I'm going to be in huge ass trouble. I wrote three poems about how my dad doesn't care about me and how my life is just a tad screwed up. And I start writing this note to my friend Briana who sits next to me.
Ms. H comes over and demands the note when she reads the first line that says, :My father hates me." I try to explain to her that I don't have it because, I didn't I gave it to Briana. So she starts believing me and then she asks Briana if she has the note. Briana has to give up the note. And the principal, counselor and my math teacher all talk to me about 'how much they care about me' that 'I shouldn't do anything to harm myself' shit like that when they don't even know what is in the note.
I'm taken back to the counselor's office in which she has the note. She reads it as soon as we get back to her office and we start going over it.
My dad is emotionally unavailable and I feel he doesn't care about me
my mom's dating really sucks because... it does
I can't stand going back and forth between their houses anymore!
So my counselor takes out this gigiantic book and we go through the depression check list
I have I think it was 18/20 of the depression symptions
Everyone is very worried about me and I still don't give a shit.
What is wrong with me if I don't care?
So I get to go to a real therapist and my dad wants me to take some kind of depression medication.
You shouldn't do that for teens. I'm not in denile for my depression I just think it is a bad idea to give teens medication for depression most of the time it doesn't work and makes them suicidal.
Oh! And since I've been more depressed my eating disorder is more present! yay!
depression+eating disorder = miserable me.