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Is it over?
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This is a short story about someone going through a hurricane. And it is really referring to depression and what it's like for some people. Others may have never experienced depression and think they can relate to what you may be going through. But until you have experience it yourself it's hard to really grasp the reality of depression. It's important to bring awareness to to mental health and to let others know you are there for them. Remember, most of the time we don't want advice or to be told it's not that bad. 
We just need someone to listen to us. To sit with us as we go through it. Let them know they aren't alone. 

If you are in the eye of the storm just know the end is coming. I know it doesn't seem like it or that it will be forever. But find someone to talk too. Don't let go. You are important and you will be missed. The world would be a darker place without you. I love you, God loves you, and you can get through this time.
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"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard