Depression Stages
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Last published Sat, Jul 13, 2013
I've been on every medication out there.Merely scratching the surface of my depression. What's difficult about dealing with depression is that it can manifest it self in a number of different ways. For some it's merely a short bout of sadness, that resolves on it's own, But for others including me, it's a long running presence that makes you feel ineffective as well as hopeless.
What if?
Just what if there was some
one there for you? in the long run. Saving you from those suicidal thoughts, making you care. What if that one boy took you away from all that and made you feel like number one. As if you were on top of the world, but only if it were that simple, in fact what if that boy existed?
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