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Help for a Depressed Teen
My Story

Help for a depressed teen

Teenage years tend to borderline between either the fondest memories of a person’s life to the nightmare they lived on to forget.

For me, it was the latter of these.

High school was by far the most petrifying, fear invoking, overwhelming period of my life to which nothing has compared to since in voracity.

I was first of all, as shy as they come, social anxiety on a scale of 1-10 being about a 10 for me.  I was also significantly over-weight, had frizzy hair I had not a clue how to manage and had what I always like to refer to as my “colossal” dinosaur sized feet…think T-Rex here.

Having freshly arrived from Africa into my American high school, my fashion sense was that of a different decade all together.  Convinced my thighs were too ginormous for any kind of jean invented by man, I wore long skirts and dresses (not the cute kind…think middle-aged elastic style).

I was one sad chick and battled a sapping, dark and frustrating wall of depression which always loved to cover me on my free time when I wasn’t being terrified at school.

Help for a Depressed Teen
  Funny now but not then

Help for a depressed teen 

Though I’m laughing right now in recalling this, the experience was not one I wished on my worst enemy.

My as a teenager my depression made the world seem a hopeless and impossible plain to navigate and it seemed any time I tried to sale out of my comfort zone, cruel moments filled my wake of rejection, painful words and disapproval.

Youth group for me was hell itself and parties…what were parties?  I had one friend in high school who helped my world feel not so alone inside my introverted thought patterns, but my extra-ordinary shyness made it near impossible for me to open up to get very close to her and I remember watching with tears in my throat as she bonded with friends closer to her heart.

I was one lonely teenage girl.

I always remember thinking to myself that life would be so much easier after high school ended and I wasn’t trapped within the surreal circus any longer; and you know what?  I was right.


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“Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.” 
 Dodie Smith


“The best thing for being sad," replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.” 
 T.H. White

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