Okay, here's the warning, this spiel is going to be long. Very long.
Alright, lately I've felt the onset of mild depression. I've tried fighting it with lack of sleep (helps me cope with things when I need to), with music, with everything non-prescription that I can think of, but to no avail. It just won't stop. So many factors tie into it too...
For one, there's the thing that most of you know about. The recent family troubles, only amplified by the up and coming holidays. Every moment I'm around my father, I feel like I have to be careful, every moment always tip-toeing around him. The fact that the holidays are coming up, and he'll be home even more only puts more stress on me. The thought of running away and finding a place to hide for a while, a place to live until I would have to get myself a job, and support myself through the next two years of high school, and then support myself through even more college is not a fun prospect. But when faced with my choices when/if my dad chooses to finally come after me, I don't see much else left to me. Not to mention that it would be over the holidays. I can't stop the scenario from playing through my head, and it's not a happy one.
Secondly, something all of you don't know. Well...one of you knows. I miss my home. I used to live in Kansas, grew up there from age 5 on, basically ever since I knew what home meant. I have friends there I know better than anyone in the world--even my parents. I have friends there who would treat me better than my parents. I have places I know, I can walk the streets in my mind, and I do so often, recounting memories in various parts. I remember the smell of the morning, the heat of the afternoon, and the cool of night. The utter silence of night as the stars shown down on the quiet town, the beauty of the night punctuated by the odd streetlight strung down the rows of brick or cement streets. The old part of town, personifying all the classic homeliness that the town adopted. My friends and I going skating, my friends and I going to the movies, walking home at night, eleven in the morning in twenty degree weather wearing nothing but a t-shirt. The feeling of being safe, of being at home. I've missed that for a while now. And I can hardly bear it anymore; I nearly break down in tears when I think of what life used to be--what life could've been.
To make matters even worse, 2 of my friends that I've known longer than most anyone else I recently learned (within the past few months) are addicted to cocaine, have quit school, and now support their addiction with a job after quitting school. Another friend I've known forever, a female friend I cared for deeply, became pregnant last year. She was only a sophomore. She ruined her life so badly, it's not even funny. It seems like my entire town is collapsing into chaos, and all I can do is sit here in Alabama and dwell on it.
Not to mention all of this but--the holidays make me miss my home most of all. The traditions, the past times remembered, the thought of waking up on christmas morning and going to my friend's to spend most of the day (yes we were that close. We often spent Christmas, New Years, and of course birthdays together). The thought of playing my friend's gamecube all day when he first got it without being interrupted--just having fun all day. Now all I do is sit at home and stare at a computer monitor.
I don't know how to put it--it's a feeling, thus can't really be explained with words. Except that it sucks, hardcore. It doesn't usually go away for at least 6 months, either. Maybe this year will be different--because the last two haven't shown much promise.
Just needed to vent, and didn't really have any other place to do it.
Alright, lately I've felt the onset of mild depression. I've tried fighting it with lack of sleep (helps me cope with things when I need to), with music, with everything non-prescription that I can think of, but to no avail. It just won't stop. So many factors tie into it too...
For one, there's the thing that most of you know about. The recent family troubles, only amplified by the up and coming holidays. Every moment I'm around my father, I feel like I have to be careful, every moment always tip-toeing around him. The fact that the holidays are coming up, and he'll be home even more only puts more stress on me. The thought of running away and finding a place to hide for a while, a place to live until I would have to get myself a job, and support myself through the next two years of high school, and then support myself through even more college is not a fun prospect. But when faced with my choices when/if my dad chooses to finally come after me, I don't see much else left to me. Not to mention that it would be over the holidays. I can't stop the scenario from playing through my head, and it's not a happy one.
Secondly, something all of you don't know. Well...one of you knows. I miss my home. I used to live in Kansas, grew up there from age 5 on, basically ever since I knew what home meant. I have friends there I know better than anyone in the world--even my parents. I have friends there who would treat me better than my parents. I have places I know, I can walk the streets in my mind, and I do so often, recounting memories in various parts. I remember the smell of the morning, the heat of the afternoon, and the cool of night. The utter silence of night as the stars shown down on the quiet town, the beauty of the night punctuated by the odd streetlight strung down the rows of brick or cement streets. The old part of town, personifying all the classic homeliness that the town adopted. My friends and I going skating, my friends and I going to the movies, walking home at night, eleven in the morning in twenty degree weather wearing nothing but a t-shirt. The feeling of being safe, of being at home. I've missed that for a while now. And I can hardly bear it anymore; I nearly break down in tears when I think of what life used to be--what life could've been.
To make matters even worse, 2 of my friends that I've known longer than most anyone else I recently learned (within the past few months) are addicted to cocaine, have quit school, and now support their addiction with a job after quitting school. Another friend I've known forever, a female friend I cared for deeply, became pregnant last year. She was only a sophomore. She ruined her life so badly, it's not even funny. It seems like my entire town is collapsing into chaos, and all I can do is sit here in Alabama and dwell on it.
Not to mention all of this but--the holidays make me miss my home most of all. The traditions, the past times remembered, the thought of waking up on christmas morning and going to my friend's to spend most of the day (yes we were that close. We often spent Christmas, New Years, and of course birthdays together). The thought of playing my friend's gamecube all day when he first got it without being interrupted--just having fun all day. Now all I do is sit at home and stare at a computer monitor.
I don't know how to put it--it's a feeling, thus can't really be explained with words. Except that it sucks, hardcore. It doesn't usually go away for at least 6 months, either. Maybe this year will be different--because the last two haven't shown much promise.
Just needed to vent, and didn't really have any other place to do it.
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