A Depressing Story

A Depressing Story

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Well how should i start this. Depression hit me when i was 10 and i felt like i was not needed not wanted or not love. I only have a few friends and they help me when i need them. It all happen on a summer day i was at a program and then it hit me there I felt like .... No one loved me and i need help. I ran across to a friend we got to talking and soon to find out she was here for me until shit happen so in 2015 shit took a turn from depression to suicidal. So here we are now and im telling u all this cause it hurts me to bottle it i need to let it all out I cant be depressed but its gunna stick with me for my whole lifetime and people fail to understand i fake my happiness and i dont like that so yea this is all real stuff that happen to me
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I used to think love was all about finding someone to make you feel whole. But as the days passed, watching him laugh with his friends, I started to realize something. I was waiting for someone else to validate me, to give me the affection I craved. But the truth hit me hard-I needed to start with myself. I stopped measuring my worth by his attention, or anyone else's. I stopped seeking approval in the way I looked, the things I said, or the way I walked into a room. Slowly, I learned that the most important love was the one I could give myself. I didn't need his smile or his words to feel seen. It wasn't easy, but I started finding peace in my own reflection. I became more comfortable with who I was-flaws, mistakes, and all. I realized that I didn't need anyone to complete me. I was whole, just as I was. That why I wrote a story about my personal experience with love .

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