Stable Nomad
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Conquering a Life’s Worth of Depression in a Semester
Conquering a Life's Worth of Depression in a Semester 09/22/17 Sobbing tears streamed down my face today again. I've been thinking about this for some time, writing all this down. I used to write as a child, it seems like that's all I had, pen and paper. That's all I could tangibly hold onto. In fact, that's all I did hold on to, were my writings. My journals provide proof that I did not falsify the information in my head, it is not over exaggerated, and I will not be made a mockery or be treated as such. I documented everything, well everything or anything that was worth documenting, to me. I have multiple journals of diary entries, poems, writings of heartache, writings of the repercussions that one faces when their parent is consumed by a mental illness, and the system is to entangled in itself that it truly fails to notice, fails to notice the agonizing screams of a six-year-old that begs her mother to stop having sex in the room next to her.
By Stable Nomad6 years ago in Psyche