This song made me cry 'cause it had me thinking about the Julia I know.
She's not even 18, but she's already messed her life up in more ways than most adults have.
Starting when she was 9, she began to hurt herself, whether it meant breaking her arm or leg, bashing her head against a wall, or taking a blade to her skin. There have been several times where she considered killing herself.
Now she's had 17 broken bones and only 5 were an accident. Scars cover her arms and legs, and I have to pretend not to notice.
When she was 14, her friend saw the cuts on her arms and told an adult, and soon Julia was going to therapy once a week and takes several different medicines for her depression. 3 times they wanted to hospitalize her, and each time she found a way to convince them otherwise.
These days, she goes to her therapists once every few months, and she's usually got a smile on her face and she's great at making jokes and getting everyone in a good mood.
Her future's looking bright with acceptance to The Cleveland Institute of Art for fall of 2010.
I think it was art that kept her going throughout those tough years, as well as writing out her feelings on paper over and over again.
Worst part is that I couldn't help her. I know that there are times where someone with depression can be cured without medication, but for Julia it was different.
I wish so badly that none of those terrible things had ever happened to her, but I can at least be thankful that it seems to be over.
This song made me cry 'cause it had me thinking about the Julia I know.
She's not even 18, but she's already messed her life up in more ways than most adults have.
Starting when she was 9, she began to hurt herself, whether it meant breaking her arm or leg, bashing her head against a wall, or taking a blade to her skin. There have been several times where she considered killing herself.
Now she's had 17 broken bones and only 5 were an accident. Scars cover her arms and legs, and I have to pretend not to notice.
When she was 14, her friend saw the cuts on her arms and told an adult, and soon Julia was going to therapy once a week and takes several different medicines for her depression. 3 times they wanted to hospitalize her, and each time she found a way to convince them otherwise.
These days, she goes to her therapists once every few months, and she's usually got a smile on her face and she's great at making jokes and getting everyone in a good mood.
Her future's looking bright with acceptance to The Cleveland Institute of Art for fall of 2010. I think it was art that kept her going throughout those tough years, as well as writing out her feelings on paper over and over again.
Worst part is that I couldn't help her. I know that there are times where someone with depression can be cured without medication, but for Julia it was different.
I wish so badly that none of those terrible things had ever happened to her, but I can at least be thankful that it seems to be over.