I grasped at the tiny locket in my hand. I stared at the sheet of paper in front of me and sighed. Tears started welling up in my blue eyes. Splashes of salty tears bombed the ivory colored sheet beneath me. The words have always looked so jumbled. I just never told anyone. I thought I'd look like a freak, a weirdo, a mess up. I shoved my thick framed glasses higher on my nose. All this concentrating bothered me. My head started pounding. Sweat slowly trickled down my neck. My breathing picked up. Everything about school made me nervous. The long scrambled words, too big numbers, different wars. I was 12 when I found out how messed up I am.
My name is Rachel Renee Riddle. Yes, RRR. I have been diagnosed with ADHD, Dyslexia and Paranoid Personality Disorder. I found out about my Dyslexia and ADHD when I was 12 years old. That was hard. I was already an outcast. Then kids called me all kinds of names. And they were right. They called me so many names but one was actually correct. Anorexic. I have been anorexic since I was 10. I've always wanted to be under 100 pounds. Now, I'm 18. I'm 102 pounds. I'm still anorexic. I just found out about my Paranoid Personality Disorder last year.
PPD means I can't form good, strong relationships with people. Or not often at least. I'm also very suspicious of my setting. If I'm at the mall, I always am expecting someone to pick-pocket me. It's hard not being able to rest from this thinking and thinking and pill taking.
Well, here's a look at my life story.
Don't get your hopes up.