When I was sixteen my mother told me that I wasn't depressed. She told me that I could control my thoughts, that I just had to try. I used to believe that she was right, that if I just fought a little harder everything would be okay. For awhile I tried, but the dark thoughts always came back. I couldn't stop them by changing a thought. They would always crawl back in when I had thought I had one. I'm a little older know, and how I wish that mother was right. Yet, it is all I can do to not let the voices in my head keep me up throughout the night.
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RandomJust thoughts, feelings, and quotes that I could never voice to anyone because no one would understand. I just hope this will help someone understand they aren't alone in what they are feeling. Even though you might think you are not understood, the...
