My Wish Came True

             Finally. The day came. I packed my bags and hopped in the car that would take me to paradise, well actually it's a dusty camp with huge bugs and steep rocky hills. But there's just something about it that makes me love it so much. The people that I love to death are there, and most of them live in Northern California so this is the only time I can see them. I got there and breathed in the fresh air, said hi to all my friends, and signed up. When I found out who my group was for the week I was so happy. My group leader was amazing. She's always happy and super patient. Fast forward to the next morning, I got out of bed with a sting in my throat and a heavy feeling. I struggled to get ready and I barely touched my breakfast. I felt so sad for no reason. Then I remembered that I have felt this way before and all my friends said I have depression. They said they've experienced it, too, and I had all the symptoms. This was the worst time to feel this way and there was no reason to be sad. But the week went on. I felt like a drag to everyone because my depression made the activities so difficult, and the soar throat didn't help. Then one day our team was assigned the "hike to heart rock." I was excited and thought this could cheer me up but a little devil in the back of my mind kept saying all the negative things. I tried to ignore it on the hike and when we finally got there I almost fell and died. That's irrelevant but I just thought to add it. Now, our group leader gathered us.

              "Girls! Girls! You see that little pond down there that's shaped just like a heart? That's heart rock! If you get a little pebble, close your eyes, and make a wish, your wish will come true!" I grabbed a pebble and held it close to my heart. I wished that I would stop feeling this way. I wished that I could huddle in the group photos and smile for real. I wished. I opened my eyes and threw the pebble, I made it. I'm not really superstitious but for some reason I just felt happy that I made it. The next day we played a game. There was a chair in the middle of the room and the speaker would say something. If you relate, go to the chair. If you kind of relate, go in the middle of the circle everyone made. If you don't, stay where you are. They started off simple like "i like ice cream" or "my favorite color is blue." But as the game went on, they got more serious. "I've felt insecure about my self-image.""I've compared myself to others." I would go to the chair and noticed how I wasn't alone. I saw how honest everyone was, and saw how honest I could be around them. I slowly started to cry. Yes. Cry. I felt so happy to be with these people that I just cried so much. When the game was over, we had dessert and I felt happy after that, actually happy. I treasure that short week at summer camp. I couldn't believe my wish came true.