I’m scared to get help for my depression. Â I know I should but I hate asking for help, especially when I know it will disappoint my friends and family. Â Barely anyone knows about my depression and those who do don’t ever mention it–as if it’s the plague–or are no longer in my life. Â I’ve posted my story in it’s entirety on this website before, but since that night I’ve been struggling with whether or not to get help.
Hey y’all, I don’t really know how to begin this so I guess I’ll try and start from, well, the beginning–if I can find it. Â I guess it all started when I was a sophomore in high school. Â I started developing feelings of hopelessness. Â Some of my friends seemed like they didn’t like me any more and I became very paranoid that they were plotting behind my back and planning to stab me in the back. Â People don’t expect a girl like me to be depressed and develop suicidal tendencies. Â I graduated top of my class from high school, got a scholarship to college, am […]