People only think they know who I am. My dreams, my problems, my successes, my tragedies, they stay inside me, because no one really wants to listen to what I have to say.
I'm a teenager. I suffer from depression, ADD, compulsive picking disorder (cpd), and a load of social anxiety.
I suffered from being overweight as a child, and now am proud to say I've lost around twenty-five pounds over a little less than a year, although my summer is not going to well with the eating and exercise so I'm maintaining.
Compulsive picking is a form of OCD, and also a form of self-harm. I've been trying to get a hold of it for a while, and to this day still fight.
My depression started lightly started a year and a half ago. Then, a betrayal of friends was made fuel for that and my anxiety.
I've taken major bounds over my anxiety and depression, getting on medication for depression and ADD, but there's one thing that made my anxiety really go into remission.
My teacher. In a lecture, I knew he at certain points was speaking straight to me, and I decided after a sulk that he was right and I needed to participate and not be afraid to speak my mind or have an idea. It didn't happen all at once, and I'm still working on it.
But growth is on the way, and I'm not so scared anymore.