All I ever want to do is smoke weed, smoke cigarettes, and have sex.
I went to see a counselor on Friday. I was truthful except for one thing…which may have changed the session a lot.
Anyways, I’m depressed, anxious and stressed out. She believes medication is necessary.
I have an appointment with a psychiatrist soon. I’m excited to try medication again.
My dad thinks this is all bullshit, that all teenagers are sad and this is something I just have to get through.
He knows I’ve been struggling with this forever.
What a fuck.
I’ve been struggling with depression since middle school. I’m in the 12th grade now. Unfortunately, I’ve allowed my depression to take ahold of me. Lately I’ve been struggling with a lack of motivation to do simple tasks. My depression is hurting my relationships with many people, mainly my boyfriend.
I wouldn’t say that I’m suicidal, but simply living is so hard that sometimes I wish I didn’t exist.
I feel kinda fucked right now. I feel like I have dug myself into a hole. I know I need to get out but, as you know, the hardest part is always the beginning.Obviously this isn’t everything. I’ll probably add more later.