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<em>There was this time when I was 9 or 10 and I was really upset. I was upset in general, back then. My dad and I were still drowning in the hurricane my mom had left for us. My mom is a child trapped in a woman. She probably wasn't ready for children herself, yet I am existing. What hurt me the most is that she left on my birthday for another man whom, by the way, has the same birthday as me. That really hurt. So, in third grade, when we moved to another state (my dad and I) to live with my Grammy and Nini, I was angry, sad, frustrated, and all around depressed. </em>
<em> Not only was I dealing with the "loss" of my mother, but I was (and still am) ADHD with Asperger's syndrome (a type of socially - impaired autism, not physical). I wasn't taking meds or anything, so I was a hyper depressed kid. I was so upset all the time and back - talked to my teachers, family, and somewhat friends. Honestly, I didn't have many friends. Everyone disliked me and my annoying nature. I needed something to look forward to. </em>
<em> Then, some things started looking up. I had a couple friends including the one living next to me. She has been my friend for 5-6 years (now). My dad had met a nice enough lady (at the time, but she turned out to be something else later), we found a therapist for me, and I finally took medication in 4th grade. The therapist helped me with lots of things from forgiving my mom to how to understand why people feel the way they do. I am thankful for my friends who liked me even though I was more than a weeping hyper mess. I also want to thank my family for being here because real family stays with you, no matter what.</em>
<em> Thank you for reading~ Madeline, a 7th grader as of now.</em>
