Days
Day 1
Day 1
Tommy's Diary
Today is the beginning. I was diagnosed with with deppresion. All I really remember is the theripist tell me and how I felt. It was so much relief. To finally put a name to what had caused me all these problems and pain. All the crying and yelling. It finally made sense. All like a puzzle piece it fit together. Someone had finally put a name to what was going on with me. I wasn't crazy. I was just confused on how to deal with it. Sure, I had a long way to go before I was better and I'd probably never be totally cured but it'd be better than thinking soemthing was wrong with me. For the first time in a long time I felt something I had forgotten was even a feeling since I'd been made fun of for being gay: Hope
and I knew one thing for sure; I was never letting it go.
The Day
I walked back into the doctors office. I still didn't know exactly what was going on but I was sure I was about to find out ready or not.
"Tommy," Dr. Lutz said.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Your symotoms are those found in depressed teens," he said.
"So I'm depressed?" I asked.
"Yes, and I would like to not put you in conceiling," he said.
"So, what's going to happen?" my mom who was sitting next to me asked.
"Well for now I'm going to give him these meds," the doctor explained "and I'd like him to write down a jornual so we know what makes him angry and what makes him happy and things of that nature."
"So for now?" she asked.
"Pick up his prescripation and while you're there get him a jornual with a lot of pages to record his day in."
"Ok so he can go to school this week?" she asked.
"Yes, as long as he doesn't but any more pressure on himself than he already has," the doctor noted hesitentaly.
We got up and left after the doctor wrote out the prescription I needed and told me to take one in the morning and one at night.
"See honey?" my mom asked "that wasn't so bad."
"I guess not," I mumbled "do I really have to go to school tommorow?"
"Yes Tommy," she said "it's October and you have to start school again."
"Fine," I said looking at my feet.
Adam's Diary
I can't believe I moved from San Diego to L.A.. Does my mom think I have no friends or something. Well at least the girls decided they liked me whether I was gay or not. I don't know what I would have done if they didn't like me. I probably would have hid and refused to go to school. I heard some news though. A new kids coming. I'm gratful I won't be new anymore but still worried for the new kid and how he'd fit in with everyone here. He was from Burbank. That was pretty far away. It was just as bad as moving from somewhere like Florida because even though there's a lot less miles. You still do a 180 degree turn. I just hope this town didn't change him.