Around the age of eleven, I started developing anxiety. My parents were worried about my mental health. They asked me if I wanted to try out homeschooling so I didn't have to face all of the kids at my school. I had a couple of friends so it wasn't as bad. My friends didn't want me to leave but I really didn't want to stay at school. After thinking about it for a while I decided to stay at school. I thought maybe it would be beneficial in the future and I could increase my social skills. I never did increase my social skills but it was worth going to school with my younger siblings and being with my friends.
I had to make a tough choice when I was sick, I was feeling rlly bad and could barely take a breathe bc I was coughing so much that my throat and lungs began to hurt, and I couldn't breathe out of my nose at all, my nose was stopped up like clogged toilet and my throat felt like a cat had scratched it must mom asked if I wanted to go to the doctor and I didn't know bc I didn't want them to tell me anything bad, but at the same time I wanted to get better
