It's been tough, as a 15 year old. I had to witness a lot of things that I shouldn't have, and it'll scarred me for life...Two weeks ago, my teacher died...She died of covid.And that's where I finally understood the feeling of grief, the feeling of losing someone...She may be nothing but a simple teacher, but she impacted my life...She was just... Wow, amazing...One of a kind, I couldn't describe her determination and kindness towards her students. That grief rapidly spread, and soon I noticed that I felt different. I started to eat less, I can't concentrate on online school, I sleep about 9-10 hours, I felt tired everyday, and I felt the need to cry. And then I thought:"Oh, I'm guessing this is depression"I might be wrong, but looking back at the symptoms, I could only assume that this IS depression. Not only that, but I kept worrying about the current things that's been happening in my family. There's been a problem with my parents work...A person, kept distracting them from getting the job done by making requests that doesn't make sense. Eventually my family had enough of him, and refused to listen to his silly requests. This... Made him furious, he then threaten my family to listen to him, or he will make them vomit/diarrhea to death. Yes, you heard me. In front of a large crowd. After that, my mom started to feel sick with a fever, dry cough, shotness of breath, and bitter taste. It also occurred to my grandma. I assume this is covid, because it has similar symptoms, but why wasn't I infected yet?It got worse to the point that they HAVE to go to the hospital, which is good because I kept telling them to take the rapid test or something like that. And that day, I got the news that my teacher died...I called my mom to report this devastating news and she also burst into tears. (Two days after her death, I still couldn't get over it, cried non stop). A few hours later, my family got home from the hospital, it tested out negative...She was healthy, no covid whatsoever...Now I can conclude that this guy, did something to my family that made them sick. It was probably black magic. I don't know if people believed that black magic is real, but where I lived. It exist. For a very long time. It's powerful and it can be very harmful to us people. We kept praying, but it still got worse, so my family decided to listen to him. Eventually they got better, no more fever! But still with the cough that needs to be treated. A few weeks had passed, my family got better, they are trying to find a way to solve the problem with this guy, and I still felt empty. I don't have thoughts on suicide, yet. I still worry and overthink too much about the future (now that I know I'm also getting selfish because of my depressed ass). But hopefully, I could also get better with my mental state and that my family will fully recover. Thank you for taking your time to read my story, have a good day!

It's been tough, as a 15 year old. I had to witness a lot of things that I shouldn't have, and it'll scarred me for life...Two weeks ago, my teacher died...She died of covid.And that's where I finally understood the feeling of grief, the feeling of losing someone...She may be nothing but a simple teacher, but she impacted my life...She was just... Wow, amazing...One of a kind, I couldn't describe her determination and kindness towards her students.That grief rapidly spread, and soon I noticed that I felt different. I started to eat less, I can't concentrate on online school, I sleep about 9-10 hours, I felt tired everyday, and I felt the need to cry. And then I thought:"Oh, I'm guessing this is depression"I might be wrong, but looking back at the symptoms, I could only assume that this IS depression.Not only that, but I kept worrying about the current things that's been happening in my family. There's been a problem with my parents work...A person, kept distracting them from getting the job done by making requests that doesn't make sense. Eventually my family had enough of him, and refused to listen to his silly requests. This... Made him furious, he then threaten my family to listen to him, or he will make them vomit/diarrhea to death. Yes, you heard me. In front of a large crowd.After that, my mom started to feel sick with a fever, dry cough, shotness of breath, and bitter taste. It also occurred to my grandma. I assume this is covid, because it has similar symptoms, but why wasn't I infected yet?It got worse to the point that they HAVE to go to the hospital, which is good because I kept telling them to take the rapid test or something like that. And that day, I got the news that my teacher died...I called my mom to report this devastating news and she also burst into tears. (Two days after her death, I still couldn't get over it, cried non stop). A few hours later, my family got home from the hospital, it tested out negative...She was healthy, no covid whatsoever...Now I can conclude that this guy, did something to my family that made them sick. It was probably black magic.I don't know if people believed that black magic is real, but where I lived. It exist. For a very long time. It's powerful and it can be very harmful to us people. We kept praying, but it still got worse, so my family decided to listen to him. Eventually they got better, no more fever! But still with the cough that needs to be treated.A few weeks had passed, my family got better, they are trying to find a way to solve the problem with this guy, and I still felt empty. I don't have thoughts on suicide, yet. I still worry and overthink too much about the future (now that I know I'm also getting selfish because of my depressed ass). But hopefully, I could also get better with my mental state and that my family will fully recover. Thank you for taking your time to read my story, have a good day!