Enervating Introspection
The pre-teen years. A confusing time in which highly regrettable decisions and tragic fashion choices are put on display. However, these years for her were filled with hatred. A tormenting battle within herself attempting to transcript the meaning behind her broken soul. She had never faced an emotional journey similar to one that took course. The emotional turmoil crumbled the pre existing thoughts of who she really was inside, yet unveiled the true girl hidden within the scared shadows her mind broadcasted upon her conscious.
She was always a happy girl. She loved to read hardcover teen literature books in which she would spend countless hours into the starry night divulging in. She was in love with being herself. Her parents loved her, her grandparents loved her, and her friends loved her. However, the love she thought her friends held with great security came to an abrupt halt one cloudy September day. They betrayed her. They spilled secrets untold to one another, and created venomous lies in which rolled off their malicious tongues. They plotted against her happiness. She wasn’t always a happy girl.
Her life began spiraling in a downhill spiral to a state of numbness. She had to stare at her own worst enemy every day. The reflection shown through the smudged mirror propped upon the freshly painted beige walls. The clothes she wore reflected the lack of care she had for living day to day. Slowly but surely, she had became depressed, and no one even noticed. Her life became a figment of the imagination as her mind and soul lurked beneath the shadows of insecurity and emptiness.
She hit her lowest peak in June 2014. The salty sobs blotching the skin underneath her eyes stung the cluster of dry skin by the sides of her nose as she despised upon her lifestyle. Her friends left her, her identity left her, all her hope left her. Depression pumped through out her blood stream as her motivation for life had shattered to bits of glass created wounds within her soul only to be infected with grief. She was a lost girl.
However, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. A small slither of hope twinkled in the eerie darkness of her newly constructed room that aided her to see the hope in the little girl she used to know. The negative thoughts began to decrease, the shedding of tears substantially decreased, and her attitude seemed to be uplifted. She was morphing into the girl she used to love. The one who had spontaneous wishes and dreams to better herself as a human being. She became the woman her child self dreamed of becoming. A woman holding a great deal of power and strength, yet also morphed into having a stupendous sense of style. Her new life juxtaposed the past life she used to hide herself. She became herself again, and for that, nothing else in her life seemed to be the same ever again.
She was always a happy girl. She loved to read hardcover teen literature books in which she would spend countless hours into the starry night divulging in. She was in love with being herself. Her parents loved her, her grandparents loved her, and her friends loved her. However, the love she thought her friends held with great security came to an abrupt halt one cloudy September day. They betrayed her. They spilled secrets untold to one another, and created venomous lies in which rolled off their malicious tongues. They plotted against her happiness. She wasn’t always a happy girl.
Her life began spiraling in a downhill spiral to a state of numbness. She had to stare at her own worst enemy every day. The reflection shown through the smudged mirror propped upon the freshly painted beige walls. The clothes she wore reflected the lack of care she had for living day to day. Slowly but surely, she had became depressed, and no one even noticed. Her life became a figment of the imagination as her mind and soul lurked beneath the shadows of insecurity and emptiness.
She hit her lowest peak in June 2014. The salty sobs blotching the skin underneath her eyes stung the cluster of dry skin by the sides of her nose as she despised upon her lifestyle. Her friends left her, her identity left her, all her hope left her. Depression pumped through out her blood stream as her motivation for life had shattered to bits of glass created wounds within her soul only to be infected with grief. She was a lost girl.
However, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. A small slither of hope twinkled in the eerie darkness of her newly constructed room that aided her to see the hope in the little girl she used to know. The negative thoughts began to decrease, the shedding of tears substantially decreased, and her attitude seemed to be uplifted. She was morphing into the girl she used to love. The one who had spontaneous wishes and dreams to better herself as a human being. She became the woman her child self dreamed of becoming. A woman holding a great deal of power and strength, yet also morphed into having a stupendous sense of style. Her new life juxtaposed the past life she used to hide herself. She became herself again, and for that, nothing else in her life seemed to be the same ever again.