I started my master this year and with it a new chapter in my life.
I lost control of myself. My anxiety took over and then depression took advantage. I lost a dear person. I lost half of me.
I’m being followed by two doctors. But I know that’s just to make me feel a little better, something to make me believe I’m getting better. I’m not, it’s just a distraction.
I feel sad everyday, I cry everyday. I desperate everyday.
This happens to me from time to time. Deep sad stages that get me to another level. But this one is just being so hard on me… I actually thought about killing myself. I’m not sure yet. I just know I need some kind of help. Doctors are not helping. I don’t have friends. My family just thinks I’m stupid. My bf can’t take of me all alone…I don’t want to feel like I need help but I need.