My name is Abby. Iím 19 years old and Iím a freshman at American University. Those are the basic facts.
Now for the interesting part: I never seem to catch a break. I was diagnosed with depression during my junior year. At the same time, my parents spilt up, leaving me with my mother.
My father and I had never been very close. He traveled all the time, he still does, and I was always much closer with my mother. My brother had left for college a few years ago, and it was just my mom and I dealing with my depression.
I had a lot of friend problems as well. I left my original group of friends during sophomore year because I realized that they were selfish and had no regard for me. I know that sounds selfish, but I have always been really conscious of my friendsí feelings. I am considered the mother of my group, or ďMommy Abby.Ē So I left that group, and joined a new group or indie kids that accepted me for whom I was. I spent the rest of my high school career with that group, not happy, but feeling better, year by year.
High school wasnít the best time of my life. Just the opposite, in fact. I couldnít wait for it to end and my college career to begin. The end of high school was difficult, as the two groups of friends joined together to form one mega-group. But thatís another story. So, I was excited for high school to end. I graduated and I thought I was through the tough period of my life.
The next day, I was told that I had cancer. Thyroid cancer to be exact. I spent the entire summer afraid and scared. My friends were good to me, to an extent. I canít complain. I had surgery in August, and recovered for two weeks, with my friends standing by me.
Three days later, I started college. I hated it. I was still exhausted and couldnít participate in any of the orientation activities. I couldnít make friends and I missed my family. I wanted to sleep in my own bed and pet my puppy. It was horrible. Each time I came back home I cried and pleaded with my parents to let me stay.
Eventually it got better. I made friends and I started enjoying my classes. I stopped thinking about leaving and concentrated instead on making myself happy.
Now, things are in turmoil again. My mother has a history of arrhythmia, and I have a feeling that Iím developing some heart problems myself. Since Iíve come back to school from winter break, Iíve had a lot of problems sleeping. Well, thatís a lie; Iíve always had problems sleeping, but lately my heart has been beating especially hard. I didnít think much of it, thinking that I was just imagining it. But then I went to the gym and went on the elyptical. My heart rate was 180. Iíve been going to the doctor, trying to figure out what it is, but I still donít know. Weíve checked for thyroid related problems, but we havenít gotten the result yet.
I'm glad that you are getting help, and I hope all comes out well. I am personally grateful to you for help you have generously given to my family, and I feel that I owe you. If there is anything that I can do to help you get through your stuff, call on me.
Thank you all for your concerns. It meanst a lot.
And no, Adam. They're not. I'll have my brother sent over the pictures that he took of the new baby panda, and you'll be proven wrong. I mean, that thing is CUTE!'
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