Help Me
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I have been talking about it for years.
Always putting it off.
"Oh I'll be fine. I'll shake it off."
I made an appointment Friday to go to counseling.
I did it.
I have my first, um, is it a visit? appointment? session? well, whatever it is, I have one Wednesday.
I thought I would be relieved after I scheduled it, after I finally took the step to get help. All I did was start to cry uncontrollably and then call my Mom.
I asked her if I was too young to have depression, if maybe it's impossible. It's not.
She was diagnosed at my age.


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