SurvivorsOfDeath

If anyone that follows me deals or has dealt with either anxiety or depression please comment. Whether it’s how you over came it or because you can’t over come it or even if you just want to talk. Or if you want a question answered about how to deal with certain situations (e.g: walking past a crowd of people your own age) please comment. I have made my first wattpad book //How to survive anxiety and depression as a teenager// and it’s basically a survival book, something I could’ve really done with growing up and I’d love to dedicate chapters to real life situations, it will be anonymous or if you don’t want to be written just message and it will be private xx  
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imnotrevealingmyname

@SurvivorsOfDeath I am dealing with depression at the moment.... I'm turning fifteen on the twenty ninth of this month, and I know that many people would say that I'm too young to be depressed and all that stuff, but I don't believe in all that. Because maturity comes with suffering, not age. I have faced a hell of a lot in my life, and I tried to deny the face that I was depressed for an impossible length of time.... Years on end, actually. At the end of last year, I finally acknowledged that I had depression. The society shuns people who are depressed and suicidal, and I couldn't tell anyone. I still haven't. I cut my wrist a couple times, and when I told my best friend about it, she... well, let's just say it led to a lot of drama; though it wasn't entirely her fault, as many others were involved in it, too. But that doesn't change the fact that she blackmailed me. And then, I spent months like that, depressed, wishing I would die... I even cut my wrist at school once, using someone else's cutter knife that I'd borrowed... It sounds gross, I know, but believe me, when you're so deep in those waters, you can't really escape. You don't think when you're going through what I'm going through. I diagnosed my condition as a low grade bipolar disorder. I didn't tell anyone. Then, I was okay for a couple of months. And now, I'm back in square one. I don't know what to do, where to go, whom to tell. I'm completely alone, and I still wish I could die....
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SurvivorsOfDeath

If anyone that follows me deals or has dealt with either anxiety or depression please comment. Whether it’s how you over came it or because you can’t over come it or even if you just want to talk. Or if you want a question answered about how to deal with certain situations (e.g: walking past a crowd of people your own age) please comment. I have made my first wattpad book //How to survive anxiety and depression as a teenager// and it’s basically a survival book, something I could’ve really done with growing up and I’d love to dedicate chapters to real life situations, it will be anonymous or if you don’t want to be written just message and it will be private xx  
                                                                        //SurvivorsOfDeath

imnotrevealingmyname

@SurvivorsOfDeath I am dealing with depression at the moment.... I'm turning fifteen on the twenty ninth of this month, and I know that many people would say that I'm too young to be depressed and all that stuff, but I don't believe in all that. Because maturity comes with suffering, not age. I have faced a hell of a lot in my life, and I tried to deny the face that I was depressed for an impossible length of time.... Years on end, actually. At the end of last year, I finally acknowledged that I had depression. The society shuns people who are depressed and suicidal, and I couldn't tell anyone. I still haven't. I cut my wrist a couple times, and when I told my best friend about it, she... well, let's just say it led to a lot of drama; though it wasn't entirely her fault, as many others were involved in it, too. But that doesn't change the fact that she blackmailed me. And then, I spent months like that, depressed, wishing I would die... I even cut my wrist at school once, using someone else's cutter knife that I'd borrowed... It sounds gross, I know, but believe me, when you're so deep in those waters, you can't really escape. You don't think when you're going through what I'm going through. I diagnosed my condition as a low grade bipolar disorder. I didn't tell anyone. Then, I was okay for a couple of months. And now, I'm back in square one. I don't know what to do, where to go, whom to tell. I'm completely alone, and I still wish I could die....
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