When I get depressed I fall into a deep hole that I feel like I can never crawl myself out of. It's like I'm too exhausted or too mad at myself for being a fuck-up that I can't even muster up enough strength to get out of bed, let alone do everyday chores like the laundry and dishes. My cousin calls me a homebody, little does she know that I have depression and really bad anxiety that keeps me from traveling and having fun. My mom doesn't really understand anxiety and if I ever told her I was depressed she would freak out and probably wouldn't know what to do in that situation. I tried telling her once that I was depressed and she told me I needed to grow up and behave like an adult. I have always told myself I was a giant fuck-up and that I would never amount to anything in my life, but now I'm ready to leave my life and do something other than work and lay in my flat king sized bed. This isn't a story or self hatred, this is a story of overcoming something you never thought you could. This story is for you cousin. Adieu
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AdventureWhat happens when small town girl Aurora, who struggles with anxiety and depression decides to up and move to Paris. Will she be able to handle the move and everything that comes with it, or will her anxiety get the best of her.
