Cry Out For Help

It’s easy when you’re depressed or upset to think no one cares about you. So easy. Hilariously easy. But making a big ol’ public, self-loathing filled cry for help, like I did yesterday has very quickly changed my mind on the matter. People do care about me. No one was as surprised as me.

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I Think My Medication Might be Working.

I base this entirely on the fact that in the last couple of months I’ve started commenting on articles and stuff shared on the one sub-Reddit I frequent, like, in a way that suggests I think my opinions might actually matter or have value.

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