By the time Alex reached middle school, the internal difficulties she had faced began to bear their fruits. Not only had the troubles at home increased, but Alex began searching for ways to numb the pain.
I was the definition of untouchable in high school: a black girl in a white school, a working-class girl with wealthy classmates, and a Christian girl in an amoral environment. I was a pair of Pumas in a world of docksiders. Rarely asked out on dates or invited to parties.
Why have so many young Christians today left the church? It’s partly because we haven’t been good mentors.
After spending numerous amount of years with teenagers I can't remember a time when there has not been at least one teen who has flirted with the idea of suicide. It seems there is always a teen struggling with suicide and even the extremes of cutting themselves or some sort of self mutilation. Because of this I decided to take a look at how drug addiction can lead to teen suicide. Something that we don't think of is the connection between teen drug abuse and suicide. There are some studies that would suggest that teens who use drugs regularly are more likely to consider suicide as well as to act upon their thoughts. According to the American Psychiatric Association, many teens suffer from depression.
Where to start? I guess I'll be different just start with the end. Right now I\'m writing this at my computer, and my iTunes shuffle is playing 'A Different Kind of Normal' by Cam. How appropriate. The world up to this point is so dilapidated in its secular humanistic philosophies, that being an individual who seeks to improve the lives of others by showing them the Light that brings them out of darkness truly makes meâ€”A Different Kind of Normal.
My name is Danisha and am 16 years old. I am a freshman in a high school in Irving, TX. I have come from a hard life. I have been in an abusive home and a drug home. I've been disowned by a lot of people. When I was ten years old, my parents were both in jail for drugs. I was sent from Dallas, TX to leave with my grandfather in Arkansas. Up until I was thirteen years old, I was constantly raped and molested by my biological grandfather. I had hatred towards him and have had thoughts of killing him but I am not going to do it because I know God is killing him right now. I' have done every kind of drug out there and taken all kinds of pills. Once upon a time, I swallowed twelve pills at the same time and passed out in a college party. God knows what happened to me that night.
My name is Shanice Antwine and at 16 years old. I am already ahead of the game that tries so hard to hold kids like me back. I refuse to give in to the plan of poverty, violence, drugs, and teen pregnancy that is affecting my generation. I have been a victim to almost all these circumstances throughout my life but I chose to rise above the stereotypes that prey on inner city teens like me.
I come from a single parent home with an older sister who is attending Steven F. Austin as a freshman this year. I'm so proud of her that she made it to College. I want to follow right in her footsteps next year God willing. I want to study music and performing arts along with business.
My name is Brianna Frye and to the glory of God the Father, I am 18 years old. I was born in the state of Virginia, but raised all around the world. My father was in the military so we traveled from place to place. He was always abusive to my mother and when she could no longer take it, we moved to get away from him. Around the age of 10, we moved to Texas and stayed for a while before we moved back to Indiana. At the age of 12 we were back to Texas.