Yeah I had a health teacher who said we could write a paper on depression for extra credit. I wrote about how I went through it. He than asked me to read it to class. I said o hell no. He than asked if he could read to the class. I asked him why he wanted the class to hear it so badly. He said it showed how it wasn't like tv and movies where you mope around and cry. It showed how raw and crushing it truly feel.
I told him he could as long as he doesnt say my name and says he got it from the internet or something not a student. The guy read it to every health class he had. My whole school knew about it.
Most therapeutic thing I ever did. Yet most stressful.
My English class had to write a poem about something that made you feel deep emotions. The day of presentation and it was my turn I started tearing up and every time I tried to read a line I would cry, the teacher pulled me outside and asked me if I could finish the poem well I told him know so he told me to write another and recite it the next day. Next day comes and I get up and start tearing up again but I made it through. The first poem I couldn't read was about my younger sister and the second was about my mother. That project ended with everyone crying including some teachers that were invited and tissue boxes being handed around.
I told him he could as long as he doesnt say my name and says he got it from the internet or something not a student. The guy read it to every health class he had. My whole school knew about it.
Most therapeutic thing I ever did. Yet most stressful.