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When I Look in The Mirror

The document is about a girl reflecting on her struggles with depression and sadness since middle school. She had to live in a dorm at age 13 which caused her to feel lonely and depressed without her family. In 8th grade she was constantly sad but found a supportive friend who helped her open up about her feelings. Though she tried to fight the sadness, she would cry uncontrollably from overwhelming emotions. While some see her as happy, she knows she puts others first even when she is crying. She used to feel ashamed of herself but has learned to embrace who she is and help others with their problems. When she looks in the mirror now, she sees a girl who used to think something was wrong with her, but

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When I Look in The Mirror

The document is about a girl reflecting on her struggles with depression and sadness since middle school. She had to live in a dorm at age 13 which caused her to feel lonely and depressed without her family. In 8th grade she was constantly sad but found a supportive friend who helped her open up about her feelings. Though she tried to fight the sadness, she would cry uncontrollably from overwhelming emotions. While some see her as happy, she knows she puts others first even when she is crying. She used to feel ashamed of herself but has learned to embrace who she is and help others with their problems. When she looks in the mirror now, she sees a girl who used to think something was wrong with her, but

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“When I Look In The Mirror”

When I look in the mirror I think to myself how am I even pretty? I don’t see what others

see. Why am I me or some sort of version of who am I or was? Why am I the one getting pushed

to the edge.

13 yrs old when I got high school and that was the time it all started. At the age of 13 I

managed to live my weekdays without my family. I got everything I need in the dorm but there is

still something missing and I know it’s the presence of my family. The first month I’ve stayed

there my life was completely sad because I can just see them every weekdays. And it came to the

point that I became depressed of something I don’t know why, I just became sad and indisposed

of everything. I want to open it out with someone but im shy at all. So I stayed quiet about it and

continued my life.

Grade 8 when it was really hard for me to do the everything because I was getting sad all

the times but then I’ve found a friend and she’s incredibly amazing she is always warm and when

she would ask, “How are you,” she won’t mind if you answered with something other than, “Fine

and you?” When she message me, it was one of the rare moments I felt vulnerable. “I feel like I

am hurting but cannot explain why. I have never felt so weak in my life,” I responded. “I really try

to fight through but I'm finding it harder to do so.”

"When things are as bad as they can be, you need to pull it together. Wipe your tears."

That’s what she told me. "Sadness is a legitimate emotion," she would say. "There is an acceptance
you can get to with it where it's just a sensation, and without judgment, that sensation can be

exquisite."

"LIES," I responded to this sometimes.. Nobody accepts sadness. Everybody knows that crying

girls are silly and weak. Hysterical, and overdramatic.

I had a lot of symptoms. They all alarmed me, but equally so the most straightforward one:

sadness. Sometimes I cried from uncontrollable, overwhelming, life-swallowing sadness. And all

the time, the sadness and crying itself freaked me out. I would start crying, and then immediately

hate myself. Why was I crying? Why couldn't I get this sadness to go away? What was wrong with

me? “I could no longer exist as an average student nor an ordinary person.”, I said to myself that

day.

Some people see me as a happy person. A person who is easy to be approach. Some people

see me as a target because I am that person who puts others first before me. Even when I’m crying

or sad all the times I still manage to pull myself together just to help that person. I have learned

that usually the nice people are usually the only one who have been or is being targeted. I used to

be ashamed to be myself. But now I can embrace and help out others with their problems.

When I look in the mirror, I see a girl who doesn’t understand why her life is the way it is.

I see weak, frustrated girl who wants her all pain, frustration, sadness, for all that to disappear. I

used to think that there was something wrong with me, but there isn’t I am only human. I am who
I am and nothing can change that. All my life I used to think there was something wrong with me,

but now I’ve begin to realize there’s nothing wrong with me.

End of the Story.#

Evalyn Ancheta

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