My parents think I fake my anxiety and depression.
Sure, I don't KNOW that I have EXACTLY depression and anxiety, but I know that there is SOMETHING wrong with me.
I know something is wrong with me when I can't talk to kids the way other kids do.
I know something is wrong with me when I feel so energetic one moment and I'm suicidal the next.
I know something is wrong with me when I hate myself so much, that I want to cut every single day.
I know something is wrong with me when all the guys keep running away.
I just know there's something wrong with me...
Well that's depressing... :/
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RandomThis book is my story. So, it's not very pretty. It's kinda ugly actually. This is about my recovery process, and how I'm defeating my anxiety and depression. There's some poems, letters to myself, life stories, songs, depressing stories, inspiratio...
