My Tiring Life

Enzo's previous teacher sent this to me thru messenger. His poem was submitted and published in their school paper in 2017 when he was in 8th grade (when did you write this #myahyaloves)

I wonder if he had held on to that promise a little longer. Is there anything I could do differently?

But, he did hold on until he could not anymore... I'm sorry ahya 😢💔

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People expect someone with depression to cry a lot, stay in bed, and too lazy to do the simplest chores like self-care or go out with family and friends. But depression isn’t always this obvious.

He was really good at faking it. He smiled, laughed, and acted like everyone else in spite of his rollercoaster pain. I thought it was just a bad teenager phase that he can overcome in time with all our love and care. But I was wrong, he was in pain for too long.

Until he could not control it anymore.. the pain turned to anger and unable to see self-worth. I was devastated, maybe I refused not to understand the emotional pain he was in. I was scared, in denial, and assumed that he will eventually go back to my happy Enzo again.

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