The day before yesterday, I thought was gonna be one good day but it wasn’t it was like someone walking down the street and heavy wind hit. Hard at that but for me it wasn’t wind it was depression. Honestly I hate talking about my depression but I feel like the more I talk about it the more stress get lifted off of me. I honestly hate this feeling so I decided to talk to my mom and dad about it.
I started off like “y’all know it be 5 months since granny past right in those 5 months I been struggling to keep my thoughts straight. It’s like soon I got back from those two weeks in the mental hospital. I still been depressed trying so hard to think in a positive way but I can’t. then I have to go right back to school and get stressed out even more. I honestly feel like giving up but I’ve been talking to god about and he told me to hang on.” After I said what I said I started crying because like i hate feeling this way then they started hugging me telling me it’s gonna get better.