It was 2:20 pm on Sunday. My mom was driving my to my first appointment with Dr. Sheldon, my therapist. The appointment today is supposed to be one where we just talk and get to know each other, and to try and build up some trust between us. I was super nervous. What was my therapist gonna be like? What if I don't ever get better? What if I'm just gonna be depressed forever, until I die? Dose it really matter? My mom is only wasting her money by taking me to this appointment. Maybe I should try to get better, for Sho and my mom, and for my friends and teachers, and All Might. All Might chose me to be his successor, and I have to try.
All Might should have chosen someone else! You don't deserve one for all. I need help. The thing that a lot of people don't get about depression is that its not just simply being sad or feeling sorry for yourself. Depression can surface anywhere, at anytime. It can last anywhere from a couple weeks, to a couple months, to years. It takes your littlest mistakes, and makes them big. It takes your big accomplishments, and makes them so small. Suddenly your mistakes cloud your view of your accomplishments. Even in a room full of people smiling at you, it makes you feel so alone. It's like a massive cloud that just hovers over you no matter where you go, who you are with, and what happens.
Except for when I'm with Sho. Somehow he makes the cloud go away, and the sun come out. Whenever he leaves the room though, or something bad happens, it comes back. At least for those moments the cloud goes away though. I have to try and get better. Even though it seems impossible. I remember a time when manifesting a quirk, or becoming a hero felt impossible. Look at me today, I have a quirk, I got into UA, I've saved people. So I have to try. Even if it seems impossible. Even if it seems like I will never make it to the end of this dark tunnel. Even if it seems like I would be better off dead.
My mom pulled up to the building and parked the car. We both got out and walked into the building. We walked in and talked to the lady at the front desk. She handed both of us a pen and a clipboard with a questionnaire on it, and we both sat down. I looked at the questions and started answering them.
Over the last 2 weeks, how often have you been bothered by any of the following problems?
1. Little interest or pleasure in doing things. Not at all Several days More than half of the days Nearly every day
0 1 2 x 3
2. Feeling sad, depressed, or hopeless. Not at all Several days More than half of the days Nearly every day
0 1 2 3 x
3. Trouble falling or staying asleep. Not at all Several days More than half of the days Nearly every day
0 1 2 x 3
4. Feeling tired or having little energy. Not at all Several days More than half of the days Nearly every day
0 1 2 3 x
5. Poor appetite or overeating. Not at all Several days More than half of the days Nearly every day
0 1 2 3 x
6. Feeling bad about yourself- or that you Not at all Several days More than half of the days Nearly every day
are a failure or have let yourself or your 0 1 2 3 x
family down.7. Trouble concentrating on things like Not at all Several days More than half of the days Nearly every day
reading the newspaper or watching 0 1 x 2 3
television.8. Moving or speaking so slowly that Not at all Several days More than half of the days Nearly every day
other people could have noticed. Or the 0 1 2 x 3
opposite - being so fidgety or restless
that you have been moving around
a lot more than usual.9. Thoughts that you would be better Not at all Several days More than half of the days Nearly every day
of dead or of hurting yourself in some 0 1 2 3 x
wayScore: 22
Total score: 1–4 Minimal depression 5-9 Mild depression 10-14 Moderate depression 15-19 Moderately severe depression
20-27 Severe depression xI expected the total number to be high. The lady at the front desk told us to return the clipboards and pens but to keep the papers and give them to Dr. Sheldon. Mom didn't ask for my score, thankfully. I was already very anxious about my therapist seeing it. The door by the front desk opened up and a woman with black long hair, brown tainted skin, and glasses came out. " Midoryia Izuku." She said. Both me and my mom stood up and walked towards her. " Right this way." She said as she lead us down some halls to her office. She opened the door and we walked in and sat down.
Sorry for not updating. I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. Here is the link to the original questionnaire used in this chapter:
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