dear diary,

dear diary, therapy

I have been going to therapy for about 3 or 4 years now but it has gotten more serious and I have been going with my brother and I have been talking to them and my therapist said that I had depression and anxiety she wants to put me on medication but I don't know what the hell to do life for me is the worst topic for me and I hate talking about it I hate talking about the past but I made this account to read but I started to write this for awareness issues I have not been able to talk to my mom or anyone this book is about my past it is not about anything that has happened this year most of it has happened two years ago or more I have been having problems communicating so I thought I could write writing is like my therapy and I post to see if you people can relate I don't like to talk to my friends because I hate people worrying about me I worry myself enough so I just I am loaded with constant stress and anxiety I probably will make another book about coming out for me and also finding my sexuality and the shit I had to go through I have been through a lot and I just want a space where people wont judge me and i thought this was a perfect place and the more I post the more memories come back the more I remember shit I went through and I hate the feeling but I can't take the pain I have hid for years even though I have been hating and hurting I came here so i dont worry my friends one of my friends is slowly finding out the past and i um she asked me a question this question that made me want to cry and hug her i couldnt tell her the truth i didnt want to hurt her or worry her I couldn't help but die inside knowing that she would always worry for you now I just wish she didn't have to worry I wish I could take away her worry I just wanted to put out a awareness telling you this is shit from my past not what I make up and I just wrote this for therapy for me