Panic Depression
by Tommy
Here’s the set-up:
In 1995 I was eleven years old. I was a pretty shy, anxious kid. I was quite sad, too. Nonetheless, I managed to function in society. In July, I was struck by a car while on my bike, it was the beginning to a new life for me. My physical wounds needed major attention, but I would eventually heal well enough. I had six stitches sewn in my right eyelid. I had a metal plate put in my head, it was adorned by four screws. Surgery took place on the left side of my right eyebrow. To avoid facial scarring, I was cut from ear to ear, going over and across my head. Later, it would take 45 stitches to sew up my scalped head. At the time I was happy to be alive, and I did not fear any mental/emotional repercussion. I had no idea that I would soon struggle greatly merely to get by. The repercussions which are my new life are enclosed in this memorandum.