Whoever said that depression is a phase didn’t know what they were talking about. I wish it was a phase; otherwise, someone tell them that nine years is an awfully long time to go through a phase.
I don’t know what’s going on. It’s really frustrating because if someone were to ask me what’s wrong, I wouldn’t know exactly what to say. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, I’d say, only to be met with…
