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my hidden chapter

Everyone has a chapter they don't read out loud..

   If you hang around me for long enough you will see that I am a goofy, crazy, loud teenager who really, just wants to have fun. But under my crazy mask is a girl who's life isn't as perfect as it might seem. 

   It all started almost two years ago, after my family had moved from the only place I'd ever lived. 
One of my siblings started throwing tantrums over the smallest of things. At first it wasn't bad.. but then the sibling began to lash out more often and the tantrums became more intense. 
Finally after 18 months, my parents made the hard decision to send that sibling to a year long boys ranch. 
It's hard to pretend like nothing's wrong while all this is going on behind the scenes. 
I'm a very private person so even while this was going on only one or two of my closest friends knew anything. 
So if no one knew, why am I talking y'all? 
I'm tell y'all because this in my life lead to a large amount of depression and anxiety but no matter how bad it gets, I know it's gonna be ok. 
Recently at my youth group one of our leaders was teaching on how to trust God through trials and this is something she said.
She said that the lord does not promise a "get out of jail free" card. there is pain in this life but he offers peace even through the horrible times here. 
So that's my story my "hidden chapter". 
And what do you do after you've read a chapter? You turn the page which is exactly what I plan to do. Will it be easy? No. It won't. 

But it will be worth it. 

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