Dear Depression Diary,
All week I have been thinking about my decision and how it changed my life. But today I got slapped across the face by realty. I saw someone's happy act fall apart and that's when I realized that all my pain was my fault. It's my fault that I have to go to some type of counseling five out of seven days of the week. It's my fault most people consider me crazy. It's my fault I am weak and broken. It's my fault I'm fat. I made all the decisions that led me to my pain and suffering.
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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
