Prompt Of The Week: Write About A Time When You Thought You Wouldn't Make It, But Then You Did.

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The time i was done with my secondary school. I was an average student... And such students are not acknowledged much by good colleges as they dont see the brain or knowledge.. they see the marks ... Marks that have the right to label you as an excellent student or a poor dumb student. I didnt get the marks to get into the 'best' college. I didn't get anywhere ... My name didnt come up in any of the merit lists .. and i was freaking scared ... My parents were worried... And we aren't that rich to pay for donations... Finally we got a college... Mother and i planned to go and check it out ... When we got there..... We both were dumbfounded .... It can't even be called a college.... It wasn't even a building to start with... And the crowd😖 .... I had lost all hope ... But my mom didn't ... She then went to a few colleges physically ... I tagged along too... And after the 2 weeks struggle... I finally got a good college.. good enough to study ... I still remember that day ... My mom had begged the principle to give me admission ... That day onwards i understood how important marks are.. and that only i can gain it for myself and no body else... And as i chose the stream of my liking .. i started studying... I never ever wanna go back to a day like that .. and i hope no one ever does...

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I was married suddenly one day and it was the most emotional day I thought of my whole life at the time. Then I got a phone call that my uncle who was the second man in my life to stay and be there consistently was suddenly dead. I thought I wouldn't make it through that day, that week. I'm divorced, I'm the only child of my mother who is deceased, and I had a miscarriage, and my own family locked the door on me. I thought I wouldn't be here today, and many moments of any day I don't want to be here, breathing, but I am making it through. I have life in me and I have work to do. Someone needs to know it won't always hurt.

[major cw, this is about the worst of depression]

The weight of life was heavy

On my shoulders, on my mind

I'd let it just consume me

I'd leave my world behind.

I held the thing in my hands

Balanced it with tears

I cried out all my sadness,

I carved out all my fears.

I can still feel the cold metal

Pressed against my throat

Still feel the utter hopelessness

Of steering a sinking boat

I thought of how they'd feel

Laying eyes upon my scene

Their child that they thought they knew

Barely turned thirteen.

I hated them, I hated him

I smiled at the thought

He'd pay for what he's done

When he smells the bloody rot

But I couldn't plunge it in, I couldn't pull through

"Just think of all the people who really care for you."

My mother weeping, sister shattered

Friends astonished, family battered

My lover, he would surely follow me into the dark.

I placed it on the ground, their faces in my mind

This wouldn't be the last time, as I would surely find

But every time I sink again

Pill bottles and streetlights

I remember all the love I have

And choose to stay and fight.

For them.

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A few years ago I had a terrible work situation at the hands of a dictatorial head of the institution.

She was a mighty vindictive person and made our lives miserable. Then one day I prayed to the Lord like i hadn't ever earlier. The cry from my heart was, " Oh God rid me of this horrible situation and gift me what I deserve " , after that day the tide turned for the better and I was totally out of her atrocious behavior.

I never imagined the situation would change so miraculously and I could breathe so easily.

(TW)

I looked down at the metal

thinking I'd soon be free.

I'd finally rid myself

of all they couldn't see.

I saw the blood

dripping down my arms,

ignoring my nerves,

ignoring those internal alarms.

All of a sudden

for some reason I smiled,

because I am broken

although I'm only a child.

And then on my cheek

rolled down a single tear,

embodying my dread,

representing my fear.