3 months has passed and may I say, I'm pretty good liar. I've been saying good things to my psychiatrist which are all lies. So why did I lie? My mom is having financial problems, and paying a psychiatrist isn't easy. And the main reason here is that she keeps on complaining, and I hate that. Imagine someone keeps on complaining and your one of the reasons why, it really hurts. So I lied to my psychiatrist, I even tried to lie to myself telling myself I'm okay when I'm not. But I succeeded, my psychiatrist told me that I was stable now and that I don't need to visit her anymore. For some reason I was sad, after all it was nice to let out your emotions once in a while. But then I shrugged it off, and continued to survive.
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{My Mental Health}
Ficción GeneralJust updates on my mental disorders/habits/health. I know you won't read this, you must be thinking that I'm an attention seeker. Just think that this is just my way of releasing what I feel inside. And I just decided on sharing it with You. (Trigg...
