Dear Depression Diary,
I have green hair. I dyed my hair a while ago during the winter break. Now the school wants me to dye it back. I first dyed it as a statement to myself. I no longer wanted to try to be perfect and start being myself so I dyed my hair. But once it was dyed I looked in the mirror and for once I felt beautiful without having to skip a meal. For once I felt beautiful without hearing my stomach grumble. I didn't see the innocent fat five year old but I saw something I liked. For once I like the girl I see stairing back at me in the mirror and I won't give that up.
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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
