Dark Beginning.​

​There once was a very happy little girl, who had something happen to her that changed the next 15 years of her life.

People were taking her happiness & joy for life, and friends, and talking fast, in a way that had the potential to be true, but not even close to determined.
Next thing she knew, she had a daily routine of medicine that was “helping" her. She became accustom to trusting the elders who were guiding her. 
Issues arose but she was not heard. People misunderstood her as paranoid and accused her of making things up when she was concerned how someone was treating her. 
Maybe she was being misunderstood instead of worried people were out to get her. Maybe people twisted every word and every feeling she had.
Maybe the things really bothering her weren’t addressed cause there was too much focus on problems misunderstood and being created with those misunderstandings.
The happy girl was beat up and torn down to believe there was no hope. That she could not have her own opinion. That the feelings and emotions she had were “mentally ill”.
The girl began trusting in the adults, professionals and medicine until she lost all the care she had left.
Was not a matter of how to get better, but how to survive.
Why did she believe them when they said it was better with the medicine? How could it get worse?
They said it would change. She would be happy one day. MAYBE even without medicine.
They said to hang on and keep taking the pills.
The poison.
The cloud over her entire world.