When we grow up, we go through changes and there are hard times that we deal with. Most kids can put up with hard times and deal with them in healthy ways. I was not one of these kids. The day was May 16, 1999 it was a Wednesday and it would be a day I’d remember for the rest of my life. I have been diagnosed with severe depression since I was a freshman and it hasn’t improved since then, in fact, if anything, it’s gotten worse. This Wednesday was probably the lowest day of all, so far.
The day started out bad to begin with, because I’d completely forgotten about a big paper due in history class and I knew that the teacher would take off a lot of points if it were late. So I was already in a bad mood after first period, but this wasn’t the end of my misery. The next few periods would bring forgotten homework due, my friends not talking to me, and my girlfriend, Heather, ignoring me and walking away. I was so sick of everything already that I couldn’t even deal with rest of the day, so I called my mom and left school.
I went home and slept for the next few hours. People with depression tend to want to sleep a lot; maybe that’s why I sleep in class. Then I woke up about 10 minutes before 3 o’clock and I
“Well we are about to eat dinner then I wanted to go online and talk to some friends and stuff. Is that ok?” She asked very uncaringly.
“Pretty shitty can you come over so we can talk for a while?” I almost begged of her.
waited for Heather to call me like she always did after school. She didn’t call me until close to 7 o’clock that night.
“Oh my god! Ian what did you do?” my mom shrieked at me. “Paul go call an ambulance, quick, Ian’s hurt!” she shouted to my dad. Then I slipped in and out of consciousness until the ambulance came, and kept hearing my mom’s voice echoing in my head: “Why Ian? Why did you do this?” Then the paramedics came and put me on the stretcher and carried me away to the hospital, but I only remember about 2 minutes of the ride because I was about to completely pass out. They said I was lucky because I only pierced my left lung a tiny bit and it would make me short of breath after exercise but it should be ok. I remember my friends coming to visit me everyday after school and Heather came every day for as long as she could she just kept apologizing and wouldn’t stop. I didn’t blame her or anyone else this was my fault and I would never put that weight on someone else’s s
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