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So I made an icon of my sister. Isn't she cute?
I should tell you (if anyone is actually reading this) this journal is mainly for personal purposes. Like a private diary. The only reason I don't make it for only me to view is because then I feel silly typing it. If I'm the only one who's going to see it, why should I bother typing it? Only when I don't communicate things outside of my own head, I don't get it out. Everything gets bottled up. When you're dealing with major depression, and have a history of suicide attempts (as I do) bottling things up is bad.
So last night I was so incredibly down. I could not get my baby sister out of my head. I miss her so much. I just kept crying. My mom was crying all day today. I want to help her but I don't know how. I hate to see her so upset. Then again, she just lost a child, so of course she's going to be depressed. They put her on antidepressants, too. Now we're one big prozac family! (well, it's just my mother and I, but close enough, especially when you consider my baby sis was, even if it wasn't for actual depression).
Everyone is so worried about me. I hate it. It's nice that they're concerned, but they don't need to waste this energy on me. I'm okay. Also, they never stop bugging me about things like sleeping during the day and other stuff. It just makes me more depressed. I'd feel a lot better if they just left me alone. Whatever.
I should tell you (if anyone is actually reading this) this journal is mainly for personal purposes. Like a private diary. The only reason I don't make it for only me to view is because then I feel silly typing it. If I'm the only one who's going to see it, why should I bother typing it? Only when I don't communicate things outside of my own head, I don't get it out. Everything gets bottled up. When you're dealing with major depression, and have a history of suicide attempts (as I do) bottling things up is bad.
So last night I was so incredibly down. I could not get my baby sister out of my head. I miss her so much. I just kept crying. My mom was crying all day today. I want to help her but I don't know how. I hate to see her so upset. Then again, she just lost a child, so of course she's going to be depressed. They put her on antidepressants, too. Now we're one big prozac family! (well, it's just my mother and I, but close enough, especially when you consider my baby sis was, even if it wasn't for actual depression).
Everyone is so worried about me. I hate it. It's nice that they're concerned, but they don't need to waste this energy on me. I'm okay. Also, they never stop bugging me about things like sleeping during the day and other stuff. It just makes me more depressed. I'd feel a lot better if they just left me alone. Whatever.