Povs: mental health.
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MatureComplete Tue, Oct 29, 202414m
Mental health is something that affects a lot of people, but there's a lot that is not spoken about,
These scenarios will show the different parts of depression low self-esteem and Grief. Some of these are based on my own feelings and similar situations that I have gone through as a result of my depression. You are not alone.
TW: mentions suicidal thoughts.
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