Dear Depression Diary,
My depression is back, It's been back for a few months. But it's getting worse,I find myself reaching for the knife. But I never cut, I have never cut and I'm proud of that. It's getting harder to say that. They say it takes away the pain and it makes you feel better. I don't want my pain, I don't want to feel like a waste of space anymore. This time I don't think I'll make it through. Last time I went into deep depression I was very young. I remember thinking does anyone even care about me. I planned my death more than one time. But no one ever noticed that I would talk to myself about death and scream to the daemons in my head to shut up. Not my mother,father, or siblings noticed my sobes at night. They never noticed I was depressed. They never noticed I needed help.
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My Depression Diary
Phi Hư CấuDiagnosis: Sever Major Depressive Disorder with Recurring Episodes, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Suicidal Ideations and Tendencies ***02/21/2020*** I'm alive and genuinely okay
