I have been super emotional lately. I have a lot on my mind and my emotions have been getting the best of me. It doesn't help any that I am a girl.
My mind will wonder and wonder and overthink. I'll be sitting somewhere, with a ton of people and my eyes will fill with tears. This has been happening the past three or so days. I can barely control them, so they leak from my eyes like a leaky faucet. It's quite annoying, but I can't help it.
Today, I was sitting in the Living room with my mom and I knew I was going to cry. There was no hope in stopping it. So, I thought I might as well tell her and play it off as nonchalantly as possible. I started crying to her and told her I can't stop crying and I don't know why.
Long story short....she asked me if I was depressed.
Like, REALLY? I've told you that I need help. I've told you about my self harm. What do you mean am I depressed? Obviously. Like what the fuck?
After all of the stuff I have told her, she still doesn't think I'm depressed. Does she not know what depression is? Does she not know the signs? I don't understand why she still doesn't think I'm depressed. I guess that shows why she hasn't gotten me help yet. Maybe she isn't taking this situation or me seriously. Who knows...
Maybe she just can't rap her head around the idea.
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Poetry"She is so fragile. Everything breaks her heart, But nothing can mend it." - Peyton (me) This is a book filled with my poetry and it may contain some trying times in my life I've decided to share. You can interpret my poems the way you'd like. You c...
