To My Teachers Who Wonder What Happened to Me


I came back after three weeks. Some of you knew what had happened to me, and some of you just thought I was really sick.

I came back to school but not to all my classes. It was hard for me. You thought I was skipping class. My mind was not the same. It felt damaged and was slowly getting back to normal.

I was scared of going to school.

I knew many people would ask what was wrong with me so I just lied. My mom wrote you an email saying to please be patient since my brain was not working so well. It still isn’t. Some of you understood when I told you what had happened, and some of you didn’t care about what had happened because you thought what I had was like the flu, that it had gone away when I took the pills. I’ve noticed you seem surprised about my lack of concentration and how my grades have dropped. Believe me, I miss the days where I could concentrate and get good grades. I miss when I felt like my brain was actually working.

You wonder how an Honor Roll and straight-A student became an C and D-student who can’t focus. I wonder that too. I wonder why depression changed me. I wish I could fix it with some medicine or that by some miracle I would wake up and get back to normal, but I can’t.

But I’m working really hard.

I just want you to know I am trying my best.

I ask you to please have patience.

I promise I will slowly get back.

I just need time.

Regards,

Your student battling depression

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