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Inside the Depressed Mind
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Complete, First published Aug 16, 2015
Mature
I wrote this last November when the negativity of suicide and self harm were still rampant in my life. Since then, I've become a happier person and only have smaller waves of depression. I want to share this, because sometimes it's hard to understand someone who is depressed. I want to put this out there to help those who love someone with depression to understand what it might be like to struggle with it. I also want people with severe depression to know they are not alone. I want people who suffer every day to know that there is an end to the suffering, and it isn't death. This was a fantasy of mine last May, and writing it was a way to cope with my feelings. The names have been changed to protect my friends and me. Please do not send negativity, as this is not easy to share, even almost a year later. Share this with whomever might benefit from reading it; I know several of my supporters wished they could understand. 

If you are struggling with suicidal thoughts, please seek help or call 1 (800) 273-8255.
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