I’ve never been diagnosed with a mental illness, because nobody took me to the doctor.
but two years ago, I was so depressed, but at home, my parents were too busy, shouting at eachother (and me, but I hadn’t done anything bad) and I had my depression and their fights and stupid ideas to make my life miserable. anyway. they didn’t even notice. but everyone at school did, I was the depressed kid. I’m not sure about how it started. was it my grandfather’s death, was it my parents driving me crazy, was it just me….? I don’t remember how it started, anyway.
and then, last summer, I was depressed, again. and when they wanted to take me to the doctor, I didn’t go, because I just couldn’t make myself get up. it was hard for me to even breathe. but I got over that, after a while.
and last year, I had a big problem with school, I never knew how it was called. each time someone made me go there, I started crying like a baby. I never knew why, I just wanted to get out of that place.
now I’m better, I’ve replaced the tears with anger, so I just get angry and, mostly, bored. lol.
and, when I thought that everything was ok, there was the cloud in the sky: I broke up with my boyfriend. you know, I was in tears all day, I was really sad.
but anyway, I got over that (well, him) too, and….
now, I can finally say that I’m okaaaay :)
well, not exactly, but, I don’t have any real problems. I just hate myself, it’s not a big deal