Confessions of a crazy lady.

11/04/2019. The day my therapist, Trish, told me to start writing down my feelings. The thing is I write down what first comes into my head, so if anybody ends up finding this diary I will more than likely end up in a mental institution. Which might not be so bad in the end.

Sorry, let me introduce myself, My name is Anne and I am twenty three years old. I'm depressed. I have Cyclic Vomiting syndrome, Anxiety and Borderline personality disorder. At least that's what my doctor told me and every other person In my life. But what's the big deal, isn't everyone depressed? Doesn't everyone have anxiety?

"You've been through a traumatic experience, which is what has triggered these mental disabilities." Trish said through and empathetic face.

I looked up through my bright pink hair, attempting to make eye contact.

"I just want to be happy." I managed to cough.

"You will be, this is a process, you have to work hard and be willing to do the impossible."

"Then, let's get started." I attempted to smile and sat in a comfortable position.

Maybe I am a crazy lady. But maybe this normal lady can finally fix the broken parts of me.