Dear Description Diary,
Today my mom's friend and my "friends" came over in the morning. I stayed in bed pretending to be asleep. Sense we have walls like paper I can hear things from my mom's room. But anyways they were in the kitchen talking. Than my mom's friend asked were I was and my mom said sleeping. She started talking about how the only thing I do is sleep al day. At that point I wanted to scream that that's not the only thing I do. That I barely sleep I'm lucky if I can sleep for three hours. That I don't sleep all day that I battle with the demons in my head all day and night. That I battle with my thoughts, mind, and depression. But she wouldn't notice that. She wouldn't notice that I hardly eat, that I cry myself to sleep at night, that I don't smile. She doesn't notice I let my hair down to cover my tear stained cheeks and watery eyes. She doesn't notice that my eyes lost its shine and my smile lost its meaning.
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My Depression Diary
Non-FictionDiagnosis: Sever Major Depressive Disorder with Recurring Episodes, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Suicidal Ideations and Tendencies ***02/21/2020*** I'm alive and genuinely okay
