My therapist diagnosed me as depressed.
Technically, acute depression.
The last things I remember hearing
clearly were "Major Depressive Disorder"
and "emotional dysregulation".
So many things about my life make sense.
I'm scared to tell my parents.
I'm not sure if they will believe me.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
