Depression
I have suffered from depression and anxiety issues probably for as long as I can remember. I have struggled with feelings of inferiority, weakness, and ugliness my entire life. I couldn't tell you what genetic dispositions caused these ailments either. All I know is that it is something that torments me and holds me back from achieving long-term happiness in my life. Around this time last year, I was suicidal, and the only thing keeping me alive was my family-- particularly the fact that my little nephew was born. It was a dark time.
What made these things even worse was that I was failing in school, dead broke, and without a job. I started smoking weed a lot more than I used to. The weed didn't make things better either, despite what I tried to tell myself. It made things worse because I became more paranoid, and began to withdraw myself from people. I didn't want to talk to anyone about my problems because I felt that people would either make light of them, or that I would just be a burden. As a result, I didn't want have anyone to tell me that it was going to be okay and that it was going to get better.
Why am I saying this? Because depression is real. It is a terrible illness that has taken the lives of thousands. If you suffer from depression do not be afraid to get the help that you need, and if you know some one who does, just be there for them. Let them know that you love them, that they have people who love them, and that it's going to get better.
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