Walter
August 5th, 2014, 10:24 PM
Ever since I tore my ACL and MCL playing football, I've been "battling" with depression. I went as far as trying to kill myself. I was hospitalized, and sent to a therapist. That was 2 years ago. Now, I'm slowly falling back into a depression "state of mind". I've tried to talk out my problem, but whenever I do I get choked up and start babbling like an idiot. I find writing to be the only true as I can he My feeling out. My name is Walter, and this is my story.
A year ago, I was in the hospital for some minor injury. While there, I meet a girl named Bri. I don't know what she saw in me, but whatever it was, she liked. About a month later we were dating and seeing each other everyday we could. I now know why she was in the hospital that day, she had an abusive father. I learned that information last night and in a fit of rage, I went to his house and confronted him about it. It ended with him throwing punches.
Roughly four weeks ago, Bri was hospitalized due to a "car crash". At least, that what she told me at the time. I spent an entire week in the hospital with her until she was discharged and allowed to go home. 10 days ago, Bri killed herself. Her father had attempted to use her and then beat her when she refused. I'm going to the funeral this Saturday.
In a fit of rage last night, I went to his house and confronted him. Push gave to shove, and it ended badly. I woke up with a black eye, swollen jaw, and a possible broken arm.
I'm lost at what I should do next. I have nothing to do. I stay at home, thinking, talkin to myself, hating myself for not noticing sooner. Briana. I'm sorry.
I'm going to take the first step at preventing myself from falling back into depression. Let my feelings flow free.
Thank you for reading and understanding. I just had to get my story out there to someone. It's impossible to talk about face-to-face.
A year ago, I was in the hospital for some minor injury. While there, I meet a girl named Bri. I don't know what she saw in me, but whatever it was, she liked. About a month later we were dating and seeing each other everyday we could. I now know why she was in the hospital that day, she had an abusive father. I learned that information last night and in a fit of rage, I went to his house and confronted him about it. It ended with him throwing punches.
Roughly four weeks ago, Bri was hospitalized due to a "car crash". At least, that what she told me at the time. I spent an entire week in the hospital with her until she was discharged and allowed to go home. 10 days ago, Bri killed herself. Her father had attempted to use her and then beat her when she refused. I'm going to the funeral this Saturday.
In a fit of rage last night, I went to his house and confronted him. Push gave to shove, and it ended badly. I woke up with a black eye, swollen jaw, and a possible broken arm.
I'm lost at what I should do next. I have nothing to do. I stay at home, thinking, talkin to myself, hating myself for not noticing sooner. Briana. I'm sorry.
I'm going to take the first step at preventing myself from falling back into depression. Let my feelings flow free.
Thank you for reading and understanding. I just had to get my story out there to someone. It's impossible to talk about face-to-face.