Nicole's Story
It's a beautiful day!
Everything was quite fine in my family in 1998. My parents had been divorced for nine years, my eleven year old sister (I was fourteen), and I lived with our mother and visited our dad every two weekends.
In November of '98, my 14 year old (guy) friend killed himself and I guess at that point I got more sensitive about all the important things to me (as if I hadn't already been totally overly-sensitive). I started re-evaluating my friendships and my relationships with everyone around me.
I take dance classes regularly, and I think they kept me sane. One night when my mother was driving me home from a dance class, we had a fight about that subject and I ended up not talking to her the rest of the night and the next morning. The next afternoon, when I asked her to drive me to my dance classes, we had another fight, a few harsh words were spoken. She told me she wouldn't drive me anywhere that day, so as soon as she got into the shower, I told my sister that I was going to walk for two hours to get to the dance studio, and that if my mom didn't pick me up after my classes, I was going to move to my dad's house.
She did actually pick me up that night and told me to forget about the experience of that day. We started getting along, and I asked her if I could move to my dad's house for the summer, she said that if my dad wanted me to, I could.
Then, in March, a 15 year guy old I knew killed himself. There were another two suicides in April, both of them 16 year old girlspeople I knew very well. Things started to get really bad at home, I became depressed and tried to kill myself more than once.
That summer, I did move to my dad's house, and things were getting much better, until tragedy struck again! In October of 1999, there were two car accidents, killing three students from my school. I noticed that I was starting to sink into depression again. I was forced to quit dance, my lifeline, because of exhaustion. I fought with my friends, my mother, my sister... Things were going really bad for me. Until I started going out with some guy in one of my classes.
It was three days before Christmas when he asked me out, and so far, it has been the happiest day of my life. He very slowly helped me get better, and it was working, but one day I overdosed on anti-depressants and sleeping pills!
When I told him, he somewhat freaked out. But I couldn't exactly blame him. He told me something very important that night. I believe his exact words were: "No matter how bad you think things are going, they can always get better. And there's always someone there who loves you and cares about you, no matter what you think. I want you to promise me one thing now... Promise me that every morning, you will wake up, snap your fingers and say: Wow! It's a beautiful day! Say it like you mean it, and eventually, you will mean it."
You know what? He was right! I do mean it now and no matter what happens from now on, I will continue saying it, and remember what he told me. Because when you really look at it, everyday is a beautiful day! Just look outside, even if it is raining, and the sun isn't shining, a few rays ALWAYS manage to come our way.
Peace, Love, and most of all, Happiness to you all,
Nicole Robichaud
Age 15
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