To be 14 years old again—would you do it? Never ever, I say. But look at this girl below. She’s beautiful and quirky and smart, she does a mean winged eyeliner look, and she has come back from the edge of despair to win a writing award.
My daughter, who has given me the OK to write about this, was depressed and suicidal in late September 2016. We took her to a mental health facility to help her deal with these issues, and she ended up being admitted for five days. In patient. As in, without us, but alongside other teen girls with a variety of issues: eating disorders, psychosis, schizophrenia, multiple suicide attempts, anxiety, self-harm.
She did the hard work of dealing with her issues, her brain chemistry (after all, depression runs in the family), and has emerged much stronger as a result. She’s a 102-lb. bad ass, if you ask me.
She discovered she really likes to read and write poetry, and we have encouraged that side of her. I read some of her stuff, and I initially wondered if it had been plagiarized—it was that good. (I’m her mom and I’m unabashedly bragging.)
She submitted two poems to the Scholastic Writing Awards for Central and Southern Indiana, AND SHE WON!
Her words earned Silver Key recognition.
My kid, who has never written poetry before, expressed her pain and feelings eloquently enough to win a writing award. I plan to nurture this talent in any way I can. If you have tips, let me know.
Here is one of her award-winning poems:
Nov 17, 2016
the weight of a single text on a screen
those dumb, cold, heart wrenching words
telling me i can’t and never will be
you used to instill me with false hope
time and time again people told me
unrequited love is a burden upon the lonely hearts club
but here we meet again
a table full of boys and girls and everything in between
fools that’s what we are
taking our feelings and washing them down the drain like water from a long soak that’s now gone cold
i appreciate ur feelings bud thank you
we would talk it felt real
laughter drowned out by my own sorrows
My selfish needs taking our friendship throwing it into the bin
a tumblr anon that ended in devastated broken hearts and painful glances
but we would talk again
we walk to class together again
we have long texting conversations again
we would still be friends
we would still laugh
we were okay
but we were just friends
Which was fine
Which was fine