My mom thinks I'm depressed.
The other day she told me [insert name here], you are depressed.
I didn't like that.
It hurt.
I guess it hurt because it was like she was deciding that for me.
I'm not depressed.
I'm actually a remarkably happy person.
I'm energetic to the MAX.
Though recently I started taking medication and it's making me tired.
I'm just tired.
That's all.
It will go away eventually.
Right?
It's not unbearable.
It's fine.
I'm fine
I hope my mom believed me.
She doesn't tend to do that too often.
YOU ARE READING
I Might Set Fire to This Later
Non-FictionThis book is going to be like my journal. It's going to be very personal. Like a walk through my mind. I'm challenging myself to just write with no filter. To get my thoughts out. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR TRIGGERS. You could say it's a get to...
