So about a week or two ago, I made a promise to myself that if I had another "emotional breakdown" I'd actually go and get help. And here it is, 10:45 P.M. on a Wednesday night, and you can probably guess what happened a couple hours ago.
I don't know if I should keep my promise or not. I don't think I can get better on my own, either way. Opinion? I'm posting this in a blog 'cause I haven't the balls to talk about it with my family, my local friends, or even the person I'm talking to on the phone right now.
I'm sick-- both physically and mentally.
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Bleh. Actually I can't guess what happened.
Am I a noob? I'm texting you.
Personally, i'd get help. It cannot be healthly to bottle this up inside and not tell anybody. Please tell somebody, if not for yourself then for your friends and family.
If you feel the need to talk to somebody, call me on Skype. I'll be more then happy to talk to you.
Listen, I don't know you but I sympathize with you. Sometimes, what's inside of us is bigger than we are, and while that makes no sense logically...I guess, life is too short to just resign yourself to the idea that depression is a part of you that you can't escape. For me, at least, talking to a therapist helped me to see my life and myself objectively, and helped me to feel more clear about what I was feeling exactly. I guess, take what you want from this. Oh, and listen to Frightened Rabbit's "Modern Leper" because it's basically the best song ever and makes me feel better.
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