As a child, I was always labeled as the “talkative” one. My mind, so eager to share the ideas it had proudly created, caused my mouth to never stop moving. This got me in trouble at times, but it was always the same- such a bright young girl, love her spirit, etc. etc. etc. Even when I hit the lowest point of my childhood at the age of 11, causing me to go on medication to improve my mental health, I was still talking talking talking. While my mind was dark, it was still bustling with life, albeit a little less than usual. I switched schools (by my own decision,) changed my life, and improved. The childhood innocence was back, talking talking talking. I made a reputation for myself as the loud, outgoing leader. I made many friends easily due to my ease of conversation. And for many years, I was thriving.
Then, all of a sudden, I wasn’t.
The once-bubbly, full of life me has been replaced by someone who doesn’t care whether they have 1 or 100 friends. I pretend to be fine at school, then I lock myself in my room for days, just trying to make sense of it all. I don’t even know who I am anymore, the...