To Anyone Who'll Listen
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So, I'm depressed, have social anxiety, anxiety in general, might be bipolar and no I did not self diagnose.
I actually went to a therapist and doctor.
But I'm feeling extra depressed so like I need to rant before I end up fighting again with my family and end up being more problematic than I already am.
You can post your problems in my comment box if you want and I promise 100% that I WILL answer on the first day😊....because I have nothing better to do and because....I care. stranger or not I will listen.
Because even with a therapist I feel as if I cant talk to her and express myself.
So this is, To Anyone Who'll Listen....
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