"Just leave me alone." I have never really talked about how depressed I became when I moved. This is mainly because I do not like to talk about personal things, and I hate to think I was ever that rude to my parents and friends.
When I first found out that I was moving, I do not think I really registered what was happening. I lived in denial about it for six months. I did not want to believe it, I refused to believe it actually. I kept telling myself it was not happening, and that my parents were just going to change their mind. So when we actually moved, I cried and cried. I became a recluse. I missed school all the time because I just could not make myself get out of bed. I would sit in my room, and I would get irritated whenever someone would come in there to talk to me. I barely talked to any of my friends from back home, and I would get irritated if they tried to talk to me about their problems. I would think, "How could what you are going through be worse than what I am dealing with?"
If I could go back, I would change how I chose to let the move affect me. I realize now that my parents moved so they could give my sisters and me a better life. My dad truly believes that being here is the best choice for our family, and I see that now. I still miss being in Mississippi, but I am learning to like it here too. I would change how I spoke to the people who were worried about me and just wanted to make sure I was okay. I never realized how much I hurt people by just saying "Leave me alone. I don't want to talk."
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