Dear Depression Diary,
I don't remember how it is to be living my life anymore. I'm alive but yet I'm dead on the inside. Sometimes I wonder what's the point in living if you're not really living. I stoped living at the age of five. At the age of five I started to face the demons. I figured out that the world wasn't rainbows and smiles. I cried until I fell asleep and faked a smile when I woke up. I thought things that no five year old should think. I was depressed and suicidal at the age of five. I discovered that love wasn't really and the world was full of hate. All because I thought it was love at first sight. But it was just the beginning of years of pain and hate. I was dumb and naive for even believing that someone would at least like a fat little girl as ugly as me. He ruined me.
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My Depression Diary
कथेतर साहित्यDiagnosis: Sever Major Depressive Disorder with Recurring Episodes, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Suicidal Ideations and Tendencies ***02/21/2020*** I'm alive and genuinely okay
