I should just say it now.I am depressed.
It sucks and I don't know what to do about it. I have been depressed for months and only a week ago was I able to do something about it. I am such a stupid and cowardly girl. I cannot believe I did not try to get any sort of help earlier because I have suffered for far too long. It has been a long and arduous adventure. One in which I endured way too much.
Too much for my own good.
I did not tell anyone and just kept everything all in. My poor mom was the only one who knew and it killed me knowing that this would cause her to stress out more than she should. She worried so much over my state and condition... it is understandable, but I did not want to be a burden. I know in her eyes and heart I am not a burden but to me I will forever feel like one because I always bring unnecessary stress to my mother.
I left school over a week earlier than I was supposed to for summer because I could not take it. I cracked under the pressure and I feel so disappointed in myself. I cannot believe I left without taking my finals, but I had to. I know I had to, my heart knows this too and told me it would be best to. However, my brain told me, NO, do not leave early... if you do then you are a weak coward, just stay and endure whatever it is to finish your finals. Thank God, I listened to my heart and the advice of my professors and more importantly, my mother. I am so grateful to my professors and the professionals at my school who worked hard to help me and understood my state and the position that I was in. Most of them encouraged me to go home if I felt that was the best immediate solution to help me.
So here I am at home, safe, but still worrying and depressed.
I thought being home would solve all my problems and that I would not be depressed... but guess what, I still am depressed.
Of course, there were happy moments with my family and my friends, but deep down inside I am alway sad and unhappy. Unhappy with the person that I am. I cannot accept the person that I am, I always strive to be more. Why is it that I can never accept myself? I just do not understand. I just do not.
I am also constantly worrying of the future and get nervous and anxious. I stop myself before I get the urge to throw up and get hysterical. I worry about what will happen to me or will become of me. I worry I am not on par with other people my age. I criticize and compare myself to almost everyone. I, of all people should never do this. Because I understand and prize individuality and uniqueness in every person, yet with myself I compare and compare, to the point where I feel that I must work harder to be like everyone. I do not quite understand it.
I do not understand many things. I do not understand myself. And that is why I am depressed and need help. I want answers, answers that I never seem to receive. I should not always be asking for things, instead I should be giving and helping those who are less fortunate from me, however, in this current state I am the less fortunate and I am the one who needs help. I am the one that I would never want anyone else to have to experience.