Beat Depression

My mother warned me about him. I was 15. I was dumb. I didn’t listen. I told her she didn’t know what she was talking about. I loved him. He was perfect. There was nothing wrong with him. He was my everything. He lived 40 minutes from my house. I didn’t drive. My mother wouldn’t let me see him. He stole his parent’s car to see me. He didn’t have his license. I was so happy when I was with him. I was depressed when I wasn’t with him. I was obsessed. We weren’t going to have sex until marriage. We were getting married when I graduated.

My mother warned me about him. I was 15. I was dumb. He cheated on me for three months. He lost his virginity to another girl. He lied to me. I still loved him. I wanted him back. I didn’t care that he lied. He wouldn’t come back.

My mother warned me about him. I was 15. I was dumb. I cut myself once every three days. It took that long to scar. I didn’t do it to kill myself. I did it as a reminder. I will never go back to that. He said he loved me. If he loved me, why did he make me feel pain that I had never felt from anything combined before?

My mother was there for me. She didn’t hate me for not listening. She was my shoulder to cry on. I made a mistake. I learned from that mistake. She helped me. She was my everything. I am 18. I have grown up. She is still here for me. I listen to her. I guess sometimes mothers do know best.

- Anonymous, 18