Hope's Corner: A Short Story

As a child, I felt as if I had the life that any child my age would want to have. I always got what i wanted because I did what my mother asked, I was a goofy, out spoken person; I mean everybody loved to be around me.All of a sudden that changed. Most of my middle and partially high school life, I didn’t think anyone could possibly understand how I was feeling and what I was thinking, and that made it hard for me to be honest. I also didn’t want anyone to think that I was crazy. I thought I had to pretend to be happy so I could seem “normal” and not feel out of place, but that made me feel even more alone. Because I wasn’t being myself, it was like no one knew the real me. I was tired of being someone else, but I didn’t know how to be me without
I arrived at the hospital and hours later, I was taken to Hope's Corner. Hope's Corner is an Behavioral Health Clinic, located in Greenville, Ga. I stayed for a week and a half and I really felt like I was going insane. The visit was a good experience overall, but them days dreaded by. You don't have any privacy, it was worth while and a crazy experience. Moral of the story, being hospitalized was one of the scariest things I had ever been through, but looking back on it now, I believe it was really what I needed. I not only needed people that were dealing with the same issues and a safe place, but I needed some intensive therapy, some ideas of ways to release some feelings, and I needed a chance to figure out what my next steps would be when I was released. I still use things they taught me there every day. I'm not saying it was easy. It's most definitely nothing like the horror stories you sometimes hear but it had it moments.Just because you may need extra help, doesn't mean anything is wrong with you. I'm pretty sure, majority of teens are embarassed about their stories. I mean not every story is the same and everybody doesn't have to know, but it’s about knowing that someone understands you and how you are