one in eight [part one]
i'm on myspace alot. and i read a lot of kid's blogs. sometimes i can be brought to tears by their words. some of them are really hurting. and i often wonder if their blog is their only outlet. does anyone know how they're really feeling? besides those who read their blogs? and do those who read their blogs really care about how they're feeling? i know i do, but i think most people who read kid's blogs on myspace are just other kids.
i personally know a girl... we'll call her annie (of course, not her real name), on myspace. she writes often and it's usually a mixture of a recounting her day and then what's bothersome in her life. it became more apparent to me that more was bothering her than not. she wasn't sleeping, she was not getting along with her parents, she hated school and wanted to drop out, and her overall outlook on life was very negative.
we would talk about it sometimes but she didn't see any way out from all the weight she was feeling or how anything could change. then one day, she broke. it happened at school and she ended up talking to a counselor. from there, the family was notified and they all attended some counseling together. then one day i get a call from her mother telling me she's been admitted to the psychiatric ward of a state facility. she wanted to go (thank God) because she knew she might hurt herself and she wanted help.
there's a reason why i write about this....
and i think i'll finish it up tomorrow. check back for the conclusion to this post. :]
i personally know a girl... we'll call her annie (of course, not her real name), on myspace. she writes often and it's usually a mixture of a recounting her day and then what's bothersome in her life. it became more apparent to me that more was bothering her than not. she wasn't sleeping, she was not getting along with her parents, she hated school and wanted to drop out, and her overall outlook on life was very negative.
we would talk about it sometimes but she didn't see any way out from all the weight she was feeling or how anything could change. then one day, she broke. it happened at school and she ended up talking to a counselor. from there, the family was notified and they all attended some counseling together. then one day i get a call from her mother telling me she's been admitted to the psychiatric ward of a state facility. she wanted to go (thank God) because she knew she might hurt herself and she wanted help.
there's a reason why i write about this....
and i think i'll finish it up tomorrow. check back for the conclusion to this post. :]
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