One of the oldest memories I have of my depression is when I was barely entering middle School.
Normal, tragic, day like any other.
But that day my depressive episode took a tole on my mouth.
I asked questions.
I was walking with a friend and I asked her, "Do you think if we were the opposite of oneself would people love us more or simply love us?"
She looked at me strange.
As if somehow that was a sign to continue, I continued.
"If we killed ourselves would we become happier? A better person?"
Finally after my questions continued spite my knowledge, she interrupted.
"You shouldn't be thinking those things, love yourself, who cares what people think plus those at bad things."
I blocked off everything she spoke about her day after that sentence.
There was only one more question ringing in my head.
Wait, doesn't everyone have suicidal thoughts?
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-Thoughts of a Depressed Teen- (How Abnormal)
PoésieI don't talk to anyone, journals are boring, so here I am, expressing my thoughts and feelings to strangers to help me cope with anxiety, depression and my insecurities over how amazing my girlfriend is. Join in on the fun by reading and sighing w...
