When I was in 6th grade, still going to Derby, I was extremely miserable. Crying all the
time, trying my best to go to all my classes, but it was hard. One day, I decided to skip, This was the first time, but it would definitely not be the last. It got to the point where I was skipping every class, getting bad grades and getting detention. By the beginning of sophomore year I said to myself, "I want to be happy," and that is when I decided I wanted to switch schools. I decided that if no one else would would help me, I should help myself.
When I realized that in order to be happy I would have to switch my life around by
switching schools, I told my mom. At first she was kind of reluctant but soon all she really cared about was my happiness. But it would be awhile before I was actually happy. Knowing that I would eventually be far away from Derby, I started to slack. Even more than I was before.
Sleeping in class got to be my go-to. But the sad part is, no one noticed. None of my teachers,
classmates, not even my so called "friends." When I finally switched, I was a happier person. Even though I still had problems to deal with. By this time, I had been cutting for a total of two years off and on. But I still was not completely happy. I was still getting bullied online and some at school. It got to the point where I wanted to kill myself. Soon enough we went to my doctor, or therapist and she decided it would be best if I went into the hospital for a little bit. Before going to Good Shepherd I had to be Alcorn2 evaluated at Via Christi. That was probably the longest I have ever had to be in a hospital. I was put into two separate rooms before we went to the psych evaluation floor. By this time it had been around five or six hours and I was getting my blood taken, being drug tested and so on.
This is when I got taken out to this...
