MIDDLE SCHOOL

I remember I was so happy when I was in karate. I learned discipline and I felt a sense of purpose with it. Sadly, that ended after I became a green belt. My master sadly stopped training. I don’t remember why I stopped trying. I think I didn’t want to be trained by anyone else. But I remember I started going downhill at that point. I wasn’t sure where I belonged. I tried feeling it with friends and the band, but none of it worked. I fell deep into a dark place. There were moments I just wanted to end it all. Then one day, I was sitting in math class, and I felt like there was a hand on my shoulder. There was no one there. I still don’t know what that was or who. But shortly after that, I was called down to the office. The guidance counselor was there. I knew this person for a long time. He was there since I was five. But it had been quite a few years since I had seen him. We will call him “Mr.P.” Mr. P brought me into his office and told me that he had heard that I was struggling mentally. I asked him who this came from. He said it was anonymous. I had not told anyone about what I was dealing with, and I was good at masking it. I still don’t know who told him about it, but whoever did saved my life. Mr. P helped me through a lot of troubles, and he helped me prepare for high school and helped me find a purpose. At the time, I wanted to become an interior designer. So, I focused everything on that. Mr. P guided me to the next step in my life. Even though he was just a stepping stone on my path, he left a big mark. I know he would be proud of me right now.