Brianna Valenzuela
Stories (16/0)
Facade
Life during the case was horrendous. Everyone had a side of their own. We tried to pretend that we weren't all scared to death of the results of the case. The hostility was still there. When I returned home, things were different. I couldn't go a day without my mom showing fear towards me. She coddled me, but not for my sake, for her own. The social workers had threatened to take her kids away, but she was more worried about my brothers than me. After all, I had started this mess, would it be all that bad if they took me away?
By Brianna Valenzuela6 years ago in Psyche
Our Lives. My Decision
The day it started was the celebration of my mock trial team making it to the quarter finals. It was after school and everyone was so excited about our achievement and the fact that it was the last day till Thanksgiving Break. We had olive and sausage pizza with a cake for desert and a couple of chips and juices. The love and warmth was intense, but something didn't seem right.
By Brianna Valenzuela6 years ago in Viva
The Day All Went Wrong
They say that the cause of depersonalization starts from depression, anxiety, or trauma that wasn't completely tended to. And not everyone with depersonalization always remember how exactly those even began. Life was simple before the mess. My favorite song was playing while I was doing homework for my English class. My biggest trouble was wondering if my crush at the time was interested in me as I was in him. My mom was preparing dinner, telling me about her day. This was routine. Wake up, go to school, come home, talk to my family, do homework, eat, shower, go to bed, repeat. I had troubles here and there like every person does, but nothing so significant.
By Brianna Valenzuela6 years ago in Viva
A New Me
It started with a dress, mirror, and depression. They were all present when I had my first experience with my disease. I was wearing a white dress with a black strip of lace around the waist of the dress. I wasn't one to consider myself pretty, or even attractive, but that dress, I loved how it looked on me. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was in awe. For the very first time I had considered myself pretty and attractive. I wasn't in the best emotional state at the time, going through family issues, simple troubles that teenagers go through. These issues triggered my depression and, for some odd reason, the disease. Those three things started the hell that I've been living in for three years.
By Brianna Valenzuela6 years ago in Psyche