Just another sickly day

Today, I went to school feeling really down. I had another breakdown last night, which led me to almost suffocate myself with the use of my favorite pillow. I couldn't bring myself to act so bright, but I still did put quite a façade that no one noticed, except for my best friend. When she noticed, she brought me to the comfort room and asked me what was wrong with me. I told her I was fine, but her persistency made me broke into tears. Even so, I couldn't tell her the truth as to why I was feeling this way. I told her a lie. I said it was because my family kept pressuring me again for those scholarships. Well, it was not totally a lie, since it is partly the reason why I broke down last night. But that was not the reallyy main reason why. The real reason why was because I hated myself for being a pessimist, even so, I couldn't get rid of that side of me. My pessimistic side triggered my unstable mental well-being. I couldn't tell my best friend about that. Because I was afraid, again.

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JonLosAngeles66 · M

I had a different situation at your age but one thing that did help me was confiding in friends. Hearing yourself say things sometimes tells you everything you need to know. A therapist is even better. They can't tell anybody what you tell them. They don't get upset. They don't tell you what to do or that you're wrong. But the process helps you get a handle on what gives you pain.

SW-User

A good friend does see through any facade. As @JonLosAngeles66 has said, talking is good. The more open and honest the better. Simply saying the words which are of the true situation will help. Trust your friend to understand. Try not to be afraid.

Sincerely, all the best.

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