Mom, I think I have some problem. I don't want to feel this way anymore. I don't want to get irritated at you. I don't want to be angry at home.
I want to go see a doctor.
What? Depression??
You tell that to me after 4 years?
Now its starting to make sense.
I feel a lot better now.
Or maybe I don't.
YOU ARE READING
It's eating me up!
Non-FictionDepression has been my friend and it looks like it'll never abandon me.
