Depression
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MatureComplete Tue, Nov 17, 201514m
Depression. It is not a game, it is not a joke, and it is not 'used' for seeking attention. It is a mental illness. It's not a phase and it's not an act. It's hard for some people to understand it, even for those who have depression. I'm going to say this one more time, it is not a phase. However it doesn't last forever.
*Disclaimer: In no way am I trying to romanticize depression or make it seem 'beautiful.' I am not writing this for attention. I am writing this story to help other people get through this struggle, and all of the information in this story is from personal experience.*
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