Back in the days when I was still young, I never knew what depression was until I experienced it slowly. It kills me inside knowing I need to deal with it alone. It was unbreakable thoughts. Writing was the only therapy that saved me from hell. That leads to this journal online that I created.
Numerous time I've cried by myself since I was in secondary school dealing with the tense atmosphere around me. Yes. I came from a broken family. There's too much stories to tell that I'd rather keep it to myself for the time being.
Other than doing writing as my therapy, I also have my first boyfriend to help it out. I truly grateful for his existence with me during my hard times. He had helped me most of my darkness day and I missed that so much. Even now, I still need him around 😔.
Years after we separated, things changed drastically. I've faced it alone and almost at the end of my life. Dying was the 0nly way to end the ponderous pain I felt for years. Not far off.
If I did it, I won't be here by now updating this journal.
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Once again, I feel like hell. Dealing alone. Crying. Hoping I shall pass this like I did.
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Hang on,
AL