Blog Number 1

So I decided I wanted to start a proper blog, so I'm doing so on here. I don't really think that anyone is gonna read it though, so I'm just doing this anyway. Haha. I'm cool like that.
So my name is Laura. I'm currently 15 years old, almost 16. I have gone through a lot of things in my life. Things not many people my age have gone through. My father died when I was 10 years old. When I was 14, i began having anxiety attacks and developed agoraphobia because of them. It took me 10 months to get better, but that is something that normally takes people years to overcome. I am still not 100% perfect, and never will be again, but I can actually go places now.
If anyone reading this has any problems, feel free to contact me on myspace, www.myspace.com/laura_louie if you just want to talk or whatever.
Anyway. So this year, some of the people at my school thought I was pregnant, and that was why I wasn't there. Most people knew that I had agoraphobia, but there were some who thought otherwise. I had to start a thing called NETschool, which was done through a different school to my own, causing me to un-enroll from my school. NETschool was amazing. The people there are some of the most fantastic people you could ever meet. All the students there, (not many, probably aorund 30-40) were all teenagers and going through different things. Examples are enxiety, drinking problems, pregnancy etc. None of the people there judged. They just took me on board and I made friends so easily. They were the most amazing people I could have ever met, and I'm glad I got the chance to. The mentors there, they were just as welcoming, and never pushed me over my limit, they knew what I was comfortable doing, and how long it would take, etc. I kept in touch with my old school, going there once a week, (both schools allowed it as they both just wanted what was best for me) and eventually people realised I hadn't been pregnant haha. Anyway. While I had agoraphobia and wasn't going out, one of the girls in my year died. She had 2 tumors in her head, and was gone the day after I found out. I couldn't go to her funeral, I couldn't look after the people in my year. My 2 best friends came over that day to be with me, and I had an anxiety attack and had to leave the room. They both just stayed in the lounge room with my mum, talking to me through the walls, not caring that I couldn't be in the same room as them. I eventually came out and was fine.

After 10 months of struggling, I was finally able to cope with going out, because my psychiatrist was going to have me sent to a hospital in Melbourne if i wasn't better by september 1st. 2 weeks before this date, i still couldn't go outside my front door without panicking, let alone getting in the car and driving 22 minutes away, staying there for 10 or so minutes and driving back. My mum made me see how badly i needed to get better, not jsut for me but for everyone around me. I did it. I got there on the 1st of september, panicking but still going, because I knew i had to.
Now i can go out for hours at a time! Thanks to NETschool, i would not have been able to without them, without having such a safe place that was OUT that i could go to.

I even missed out on seeing my favourite band this year. They are from england so there is not a high chance of seeing them. I did speak to one of them on the phone though, as my mum and sister went.



I'm getting sick of writing haha. I'll write more tomorrow.
It is going to be a daily blog. No matter what. Even if it is like 10 lines long, even if it is2 lines long, i will write daily.
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Fare-thee-well, until tomorrow.