Dear Counselor: My Story.
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My own personal letters to my Counselor, explaining how my depression works and what it's making me feel.
A lot of people suffer with depression & unfortunately, I was one of them that developed it.
A lot of people kill themselves everyday because of this mental disorder.
Here is my story.
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