Why is it everybody else's family seem perfect. But mine. My Dad has had depression since he was 13. My Mum died when I was 10. Then I was diagnosed with depression at 14. So here I am, 15 years old. Living with my Dad, My 2 younger sisters Cody and Brittany and My Uncle (Which we call Nemo 'cause that's his nickname)
I'm 13 years old. I was diagnosed with Anxiety when I was 10. My sister Selena was diagnosed with depression at 14 and Dad was diagnosed when he was 13. When I was 8 years old My Mum died from breast cancer. So now I barely have a family, I have my 2 older sisters Selena and Brittany. My Dad and My Uncle. One day I'm scared I'll wake up and find that I've lost another family member. But I cherish them. We are closer than a heartbeat.
Sometimes people say I'm the luckiest girl in the world, too get along so well with my family. But truthfully. I'm not that lucky. I'm a 14 year old girl living with paranoia. My younger sister has anxiety. My older sister has depression and so does my Dad. I'm so paranoid that one day I'll wake up and find I've lost one of them. Every time Dad doesn't answer his phone, I get worried. Whenever Selena doesn't reply too my messages or she's not in the usual place at school, I start too freak out. When Cody gets upset, I run too her side and do everything I can too prevent an anxiety attack. My Uncle helps me out a lot when I get paranoid. He's much the same as me. Worried sick about everybody. Our family get along really well. We are practically one heartbeat.