Barmecide

Depiction to Destiny?  -Uncertainty. I am Summer, 17 year old.  I was pretty excited getting enrolled to one of the best Academy in the city. It was finally now when I had no more dealings to do with the home schooling. I could explore, make new friends and mend into the outside world. Pretty much scary, more likely to a fear with full excitement.  The school started in late August.  The first day was pretty calm, the air had a different essence. The high school for me was likely to be a start of new era.  “This story basically is not about me exploring my high school but is about the uncertain feeling, unusual and delusional; Love.”  He was one of those guys who caught my attention several times, streaming my blood vessels like anything. Heart pounding with heavy beats, the guy was something.  Despite the fact that I was an average girl only few knew about and Jessie was a genius who was known by every student in the ...

... “Can we please not play anymore dad?” Upsurge, confined versatility with a solemn belief. Rise up, explore. Dominated, character provoked, the lesser attempt exploiting ones emotion. Accused of disgrace.  Kathy, my mother revealed that I was adopted on my 18th birthday.  Dilemma, does that mean I am special? The word adopt was new for me. I was an adult already but then was I? I never went to school since my dad always told me how cruel the real world is.  “The danger awaits.”, said my dad every 3rd night of a week.  The pain was harsh, tears were now all soaked, my voice was long lost.  Despite of everything I was loved, I grew from stitched clothes to a pair of new Pajamas’.  I had a great family, a loving dad, a cute little angel and a beautiful mother.  From kitchen floor to a store room, I grew up.  The unusual essence the nights had for me.  The midnight did hit with the fear of a ...

‘I wanted a happy life.’ I first discovered my infection 3 years back.  A happy child and a happy life. Jolly character and a blissful trait.  Family of ‘four’ but I was alone.  I did seek for attention but the unworthy attempt. Maybe my fate or simply the destined journey.  Took a few years but the wait was worth. I could not get my Guardians back but had the courage to walk alone.  Being a teen I did not give up.  Few attempts of killing self but I was scared of dying.  I could not gather the courage to jump off a ‘eight- storeyed’ building rather chose alternative to seek my mother’s attention.  I failed.  Nothing worked. Frustration had all of me. The path to follow was yet unveiled.  People often try to get rid of their health issues. My perception was different.  ‘Angelica, you’re suffering from sepsis.’ Damn, blood infection.  It did not end with Sepsis. A new m...

A struggle with my own mind and body; ‘anxiety’.  A disease with physical symptoms but yet the medical test results to seem completely normal. Why am I feeling this way?  I am Elizabeth, 18.  I feel like I am dying. On every ounce, it feels miserable, everyday. My head feels like it is running a marathon 24/7. The thoughts run over and over and over again. Every single minute it gets louder.  Every time I discuss about my ongoing situation with my friends or family, the most outrageous reply they throw up, “ Calm your thoughts and think positive”, as if I did not know that.  This trauma that I get hit with is not less than a fight. The fight with the mind where you are not always winning.  We interact with numbers of people and most of them are the soul who have never experienced a mental health problem and are likely the ones who believe that the person suffering from anxiety disorders are the ‘attention seekers’.  Dude! ...

I am Rhea 30.  I fell for Chris when I was 23. He was wonderful for the first 3 months, but then with time he changed. He started getting a real controlling - possessive man.  We were on a living relationship, few months later to it he started putting different limits where I was not allowed to talk to my friends or even have a day out.  The love for him was so strong that I never questioned his decisions. His commands used to be my actions.  I did recall the change, the very first 3 months were the best throughout my life but then everything started going downhill.  Later, I was given names, I was called a bitch, a slut. Night abuses were on a rapid increase. Many bruises were kept hidden. Every time I asked him the reason for his change, he would with no second thought portray me the guilty. The usual abuses made me believe that for some reason I was the actual problem and my fault was the reason for this drastic change in his behavio...

Historic attempt for self diligence being pre-called; left unsatisfied.  Probably being a handicap or a victim to some serious illness would have been a care factor to them. It is unusual but the mental illness does not have a place in this world.  Every second freak has this ironical boon who has got no significant value.  Surely the physical symptoms of depression may not take me to the graveyard, but the emotional ones may. I have the will to be stronger, fight every problems and learn to live. I never wished to be a failure.  I seek for the happy me, I see myself with a great career, I dream of being a renowned ass surviving in the crowds of billion. I wish to own everything that my age people have, the struggle to wake up and gather the guts to face the further day is never a factor I wish for. The motivation to life; Why is it so difficult to admit?  You can imagine the pain I feel when somebody called me a ‘faker’. The inner sadness sh...