It started with a fight. Or maybe a while before that. All I remember is feeling it all flood out on that day, not being able to control my emotions, my breathing, or my tears.
I'm so sick of this, Kyndall! I can't keep doing this with you! You're too smart to be this stupid!
I had so much on my mind. Everything that was bad in my life just popped up in my mind: my fathers abandonment, my bad relationship with my mom, my bad self-esteem. All of this led to an ultimate depression at the age of 11, maybe earlier.
My sister would try to comfort me after hearing the fight with my mom. But it didn't really work. I still felt useless and like a huge disapointment to everyone.
This would happen over and over again. I'd fight with my mom, I'd cry, my depression would grow I assume. And I'd go to school and act like it never happened. This went on for years, putting masks over pain, not releasing any inner feelings.