Hey.
I'm a girl.
A teenage girl.
Everybody probably thinks I'm the same as every other one.
Dramatic.

Selfish.


Dumb.

It’s a back story that only few know.
So here.
I suffer from a disorder.
DDS.
Depression Disorder Syndrome.

My brain thinks differently when I’m sad.
Or upset.
Or feel like crying for no reason at all.

Depression isn’t just a feeling.
It’s also a disorder.


Which I have.

Depression pills?
Ha, you’re funny.
Those don’t work.
Those are reverse psychology

It all started when I was about 8.
It got worse as I got older.
My taste in music went from hip-hop to hardcore.


My friends changed…




Life changed…

“The emo” I’ve been called many times.
I turn to my name.
They act out…


Slicing their wrists.

I smile and try not to let it effect me.
At school, I long to go home.
I wait for the bell.

Ding. Ding. Ding.
Finally.

Headphones in.
Full blast.

DDS.
It has put me in the hospital.
Not once.

Nor twice.


Three times?
Think again.
Four times.
You know,
Floor four of Palomar hospital?
Where they keep the mentally ill?
That’s where I was.
I guess I was having suicidal symptoms… from what my therapist said.

I was forced.


Put on meds.



Doing tests here and there.

For all the people who have told me to kill myself,
I have over twenty hospital bracelets.




So no.

You now know my back story.
Everybody has at least one thing about them…





That has totally just messed up their life.

Words hurt.
DDS.
Many have it, many suffer.
I’m just one of the millions that do.