Seventh Grade
I packed up my bags and left everything behind. I told myself I didn't miss anyone. No. I missed everyone, missed them all. My new life sat there, in front of me, a life that would come to be filled with darkness.
But it felt right at the time. The sadness, the loneliness, all those chances for me to find a new passion. It was life, it was growing up, it seemed right.
At the same moment, my "best friend" got high for the first time. He sat back with the older kids, exploring a land we promised to never go into. His head spun, his eyes hurt, and he seemed so far away.
But it felt right at the time. The girls, the popularity, the chance for him to move on. It was decisions, it was growing up, he thought it was right.
This is the same year running saved me- temporarily. I found a mental escape from the horrid reality that is this world. Sometimes the worst pain can bring you the best of medicines.
Eighth Grade
At Baker middle school, I returned to my old life. I moved back to my close hometown. I heard the kids talking about me. They didn't recognize me anymore. It's how I met my best friend. He would end up drowning four months later. I would go into a deep depression where I locked myself up, away from society. "Just be happy or don't hangout with us" I was told. Apparently, friends aren't really your friends when times become hard. I sat back and dove into my darkness.
Back in my old friend group, drugs and girls were becoming more and more popular. Grades started dropping, and parents were told more lies. The childishness wasn't seen.
But they continued to sneak around and spread rumors.
There is more than one way to drown in darkness.
Ninth Grade
I asked a girl to homecoming, she said yes only to throw my flowers away and reject me two days later. I learned that pain can come in many forms. I went to the dance, and almost got kicked out for crowd surfing. I finally found myself. Or so I thought. Little did I know, my life would come to change very quick.
This same year, I was bullied for being small. "Fight back little midget, thinking you are tough you can't even look above my balls" a kid told me. I went home and punched the walls until my knuckles bruised and I fell asleep from anger.
Pain can be physical and mental, but pain is pain and it will hurt.
Tenth Grade
I earned my varsity letter for track this year. I excelled at something I liked for once in my life. No outside influences, no parents telling me what to do. Freedom of self-expression. I finally found myself for who I really am. I am a runner. Running saved me from my depression. Running created a path for me to find new family who understood me. But I overworked myself and lost my ability to run for a long period. A period of time where I again, fell into sadness.
Don't take what you have for granted, as cliche as it is. You may not realize it but, what may save you can hurt you even worse by being taken away.
*Based off of Sherman Alexie's "Indian Education"
**sorry for being so sad, my life is actually quite great now though!