When I was young, I always dreamed of being the age I am right now. Being seventeen seemed so free and and exciting, for this I never had any doubt about. TV shows, movies, and even real life displayed that a teenager had few worries. This was supposed to be the time of my life, when I was going to have a backyard full of friends, and a new adventure waiting for me every Friday night. This all seemed to be quickly approaching for me, until it suddenly wasn’t anymore.
Today I am that sought-after age of seventeen, and the only thing that I’ve gained in the past few years of my life is depression. I worked so incredibly hard in junior high to keep up, that I have now run out of energy and drive to continue fighting any further. Having a ton of friends has been replaced by sitting in my room alone. A disregard towards worries seems completely unachievable. Mischievous adventures on Friday nights that I imagined never came to be. Instead, leaving my house at night in search of groceries feels like my largest accomplishment. There never seems to be enough time in the day to even watch a TV show or movie anymore. All I really want to achieve these days is to find some effective methods to repair these broken links inside my head. For now though, until those desires become more attainable, I shall remain as I am. Broken and unsure of my next move.