I’ve been really depressed for a
while, and used to self injure a lot. I once tried to commit suicide and my
parents thought it was just for attention. I really didn’t get the help I
needed or deserved, because I know I’m an amazing person who deserves that
help. So far, I haven’t really gotten it. I got mixed up in drugs to try and
numb the pain I feel in my life, but I know they’ll eventually cause some
problems for me. I worry that someday the drugs will stop helping and I’ll be
left without anything. I’m going away to college soon and I don’t know exactly
how I’ll deal there. I hope I’ll be okay. But right now, I’m not depressed.
Even though I’m on drugs, and I still know it’s a problem, I still am happy
right now. I have a boyfriend that I love, I’m finally in a good relationship
with someone. I’m not depressed anymore, at least now.
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