One day in Grade 2 found me getting mentally sick.

Having felt low for a long time, I heard something that did not exist, and I started to see things that were not there. Because there were some problems I could not sort out, I became bad-tempered and capricious; I cried often. At the time I even had an impulse to put an end to my anguish by killing myself. Although I attempted suicide more than once, I failed. I ended up hurting myself a lot.

The reason why I was taken mentally unwell sounds like a story. Let me tell you, Shengliver.

There was a boy in my class called Tom, whom I had never spoken to.

One night, Tom approached me and said, “I love you because you look beautiful, learn well, and have good handwriting.”

I was so much blown away that my mind went blank. Tom thought I liked him. After that, he often asked me, “Do you think I look handsome? Do you miss me?” No matter what he said, I kept silent. He often coughed loudly to attract my attention. I thought he was waiting for a chance to touch me. He often mimicked me when I was speaking.

So scared was I that I had no idea how to deal with it. I needed help.

Mother took me to a psychiatrist at the hospital. After asking me a long list of questions, the doctor prescribed me some pills, which were to help me to fall asleep at night. The medication worked. Gradually my sleep improved.

During the difficult time, some friends accompanied me on the way to and from school. Two girls in my class were generous with their help when helplessness struck me in the classroom. My teachers were sympathetic too. By talking my problem through with them, I picked up my confidence little by little.

Now, the problem no longer bothers me, because I think it is a small thing. No matter who is to blame, life still goes on. Nothing would matter more than living in the moment. The past is past. If you seize the day, you will seize the future. I hope everyone can have a good time and sail through high school. Good luck to you.