Depression

*True life story*

I sat down alone, as I always did, staring at the teacher's lips moving, but I couldn't hear anything. My mind was lost in thought.

I tried to be myself, but I couldn't. Everyone turned their back on me, and I felt like a piece of trash in front of my classmates.

"Why me?" I cried so hard when I looked in the mirror and couldn't see myself clearly. All I could see was a blurred image. I suffer from short-sightedness (myopia), but if that was all, I wouldn't have done this. Why do people take advantage of my condition? Don't they know it causes pain? Don't they know it makes me feel like giving up on life?

They called me "rana ciega" (blind frog).

I felt pain inside me. My inner soul cried silently. I was dying within myself, feeling so depressed and unable to find anyone to console me. I felt like life was not meant for me. Sometimes I blamed my mom for giving birth to me.

School never made me happy. I faced discrimination and was put aside. I had no friends, no partner. I was left alone in my seat and bullied constantly. Life was a miserable place for me. The worst mistake I've ever made was crying after being born. I was supposed to remain silent, forever silent.

Crying was the only song people put in my mouth. How depressed I am. I wonder why some say "Life is beautiful."

"Hey, read what's on the whiteboard," said the teacher.

I knew he just wanted to see the color of my tears again.

"People like you don't deserve to live because you can't even see the life you are living clearly."

I never forgot that statement. It echoes in my mind always.

The pain became too much for me. I forced myself onto the bed and fixed my eyes on the ceiling. My hands struggled with my restless stomach. My mom entered my room as I screamed in pain. She must not know that I took Arsenic. My body felt abnormal, with a heavy bell ringing in my head. I was sweating and couldn't understand where the heat was coming from. The world around me changed.

The poison coursed through my veins, twisting and killing me softly. My warm breath sought relief. My intestines squeezed, and my bones felt like they were breaking. I was scared of dying. I was still a young girl of 14 years, tears streaming down my face.

My eyes grew deaf, and they became even blurrier until they were completely blinded. I felt my body in a different way. I tried to open my eyes, but they were forced shut. It was another realm of pain. I saw angels, and my soul tried to force itself out of my body.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a coma, still feeling the pain in my body. My mom had cried her heart out.

I had lost my kidney. More sorrow added to sorrow, depression upon depression.

*I pray to God to take away the pain.*