depression stories
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A little bit about me is that I know what it's like to have depression, but not a lot of people really knew that. I never really told anyone anything and just know that your not alone. If you ever need someone to talk to I've helped out so many people even when had been down and depressed. I still acted as if nothing was wrong just to help out other's and it's a hard thing to do trust me. I don't know how I did it but I made it through it. just know that you guys can do it to and no matter what I'll be here. No don't forget you guys stay strong
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