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
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
Help for a depressed teen
Though I’m laughing right now in recalling this,
the experience was not one I wished on my worst
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
“Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures
“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.”