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Personal Narrative: My Trip To Lawrence Middle School

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When I was in elementary school, the thought of going to middle school had excited me, but little did I know that with a lot of excitement and happiness came pain and anguish. Being very young, I had never had any experiences with bullying or even depression, but throughout my three years, I had experienced both. When I left elementary school, I had the mindset that no matter how rude someone was towards you, you have to suck it up and still stay true to yourself. No matter what happened do not ever stoop down to their level and do not ever change who you are. I was eleven years old when I entered sixth grade at Lawrence Middle School. As I stepped out the car, I gave my mom a kiss on the cheek and I walked through the gates and towards my …show more content…

Everyone who had promised to be by my side had left me behind to deal with it on my own. Walking out the cafeteria, I would have my lunch slapped out of my hands and I would be pushed around in a circle, while everyone laughed. I was called out my name, but not once did I complain. I had spoken to a counselor about this bullying, but she had told me, “There’s nothing we can do. No matter where you go, you’re going to encounter people like that.” I never thought I would receive that response, but that is what I got and I dealt with it. I had no way to let out the pain, no one to talk to, so I started to cut my wrists. Slowly, I began to lose interest in everything that happened around me. I would cry in my bathroom while I did it, never afraid of cutting too deep. I wore long sleeves in hot weather and teachers had questioned, but I never had an answer to give. It was hard to look into the mirror and see what I had become. Everybody told me I was a disappointment and I began to believe it too. The cutting went on for as long as the end of seventh grade. I felt myself drifting away from my family and in general, the whole world. I had no wish to live anymore and I wanted everything to be over. My lunch was spent in a teacher’s classroom, in my classes I sat all the way in the corner and whenever I saw my …show more content…

Depression is not what social media portrays it as. There will not be someone there to kiss your cuts, instead it’s being trapped in a dark place known as your mind and finding no way to escape. I would not change anything that had ever happened to me because I learned a lot and I met a great human being throughout the process. Although this was not easy, I have always had a feeling that God put this on me because He knew I was strong enough to get through it. I now use my story to help others that are battling depression and I try my best to be there for them because I know what it feels like to be completely alone with no one by your

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