Kayden was a small time girl living in the big city of California with her father. Kayden always dreamed of becoming a dancer. At the age 10 she became a Jazz Dancer. One day Kayden grandmother pick her up from Jazz practice to drop her off at home. Kayden walk into to her home, hugged her father and asked what's for dinner. Her dad did not respond. She than asked if she could call her mother back in Lousiana, still no respond. Kayden decided that she would just go an shower. After her shower she laid in bed and dozed off. Her dad walked into her room and raped his baby girl. Kayden screamed no daddy , stop! Please stop daddy! The next morning Kayden woke up from the sound of her grandmother's voice yelling her name to get dressed for practice. Kayden got up to shower and cried her eyes out in the shower. Kayden arrived at practice. Her best friend knew something was wrong by the way Kayden was walking and also looking. Kayden friend asked "omg Kayden are you ok"? Kayden respond in tears and a loud cry. Her instructor rushed over to see what was wrong. Kayden respond please call my mother. Her instructor did just that. When Kayden mom picked up Kayden cried mommy please come and get me I can't live with daddy anymore, he's crazy. Kayden mom respond honey I been trying to reach your dad all night but I never got an respond. I'll catch the first plan to you sweetie. Kayden never told her mother or anyone else the truth about her dad. To be continue....
????i am noticing a big change after 3 days stopping the medication
1- i used to have panic attack every day in morning even with the medication. i was so depressed that altered my ability to talk or remember anything because of the medication and i was studying at that time i was doing average but i overstudy to get the c's but one of the classes business 1500 luren dewberry she treated me so bad even though i told her my situation but she kept treating like shit after that my depression got worst and worst. it was so bad that i used to cry so much that i beg got to just take me because with that panic attack my heart act weird and i have that pain that doesn't go at all till night ”heart pain”. i used to not know what made me depressed till that class and i stopped the medication after 2yrs my doctor told me to. i was so scared to stop it because i stopped it once and i got the worst days i used to shake so bad that other students noticed that and i couldn't hear that good went back on the medication but the hearing didn't came back. i use to ask people to speak again and again and again and maybe one again and more . so eventually I stopped the medication and i was so scared first day wasnt that bad the second one wasn't bad too till 3rd day came and i got the best dream that changed me it was fking luren dewberry i woke up and i was laughing with no panic attack and everyday got better after that i started to build my rotine and now after 3 month my rotine rocks and i am afraid
bipolar is back because am happy as hell and i am in control of my life that more than anyone i know maybe i am over estimating my life my grades are good and no matter how the day gets hard i flip it and challenge myself…
Some people believe that an accident it’s a curse. To me my accident was a blessing in disguise which also turned to be a curse in my life. There are some good things that came out of my accident and there are also some bad things that came out of my accident
I just found myself writing this and when I finished, this urge to share it took over. It's one of those things you can't really let anyone you actually know read, so here it is. Thank you for taking a look.
16 december, 2014
i was scrolling through my whatsapp contacts and saw his status, “life’s on a roller coaster <3”.
me- oh, got a new girlfriend?
he- what? nah. why do you say so?
me- just guessed through your status.
that was our first chat. we talked about almost everything, music, boys, bitches, relationships and relationshits. we almost had the same mentality (what a coincidence and wtf, why didn’t we talk earlier?!)
i told him, i’d fall in love only after knowing the person wholly and deeply. you know the cycle, right?
yeah, i know, just the typical girly dream. anyways, moving on with my story.
i called him just to tell him my dad has switched off the wi-fi so i couldn’t continue the chat. guess what? the same happened with him. we laughed so hard. this was the second coincidence.
next morning, i.e. 17 december 2014
i checked my phone. his messages were waiting.
“ishika, you are such a great person. it felt really good when you called. i kinda like you.”
that literally gave me a mini heart attack i tell you(wtf? i mean how’s that possible? i’m just an average looking girl).
we talked for days and nights, then one day i asked him if he could meet me.
31st december, 2014
straightened hair, bro’s deodorant(hush hush), tank tee, cool jacket,black jeans and with my favorite sneakers on, i was waiting for him at a park, at first i thought he wouldn’t show up, but he did(to my surprise). i don’t know why my heart beats increased(wtf?).
he wore a white tee-shirt, magenta hoodie, blue denims, white shoes, headphones hanging around his neck, his eyes (golden and green colored) dayum so mesmerizing, his tone extremely fair, golden and light brown hair and a yellow snap back(i called him a firangi).
we had a great conversation(hence a great time). it was as if i had known him for ages, we opened up almost every secret. we met only for an hour or so.
anyways, i remember telling…
after service,we got into the car and my mom drove us home. every sunday,after church,was a familiar routine to me. we got home,i made breakfast while listening to my mom highlighting things she noticed that she didn't like. for example,the pastor's bright red two-piece suit was an embarrassment to fashion. she gesticulated when she described how the praise and worship leader danced and sang to himself and not to god. she talked about why the deacon's wife had an ish with the pastor's wife. why the sunday school teacher was yet to bear a child. i've grown with these stories and learn to shut myself to them.
after breakfast,we all went upstairs to our rooms to either sleep,as was with my mom,or to do our homework and sort out our books for school the next day.
monday morning was always a bore. well,to an extent because my day always brightened up when i saw the guy i was heavily crushing on. he sat at the front seat at the row to my right. i always had a perfect view of him. maths lesson commenced. the maths teacher was talking on bearing and distance while i was staring into space ,daydreaming actually.
i was jolted out of my thoughts when a pen struck my face. i saw him looking at me. then he said ,
"ruth,the distance of a from b is 74m at 36 degrees. calculate the distance from a to c from the diagram on the board".
i stood up and went to the board...staring so hard as if the answers would come out just by looking.
of course my head was empty at that moment because i wasn't paying attention.
i blindly guessed a number
"no,that's not it".
i guessed again.
my crush was looking at me and i became red with shame.
"no!! that's not it either".
i made another attempt and i failed.
"you dummy. so you're head is that empty. go to your seat"
i scurried to my seat. believe me,the distance from the board to my seat was the longest distance ever. someone even…