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Werewolf.
Student
- May 28, 2021
- 183
I would always hide my problems from everyone and pretend everything was going fine. For years, I never told a single soul about the things I was going through. That changed a few months ago when my whole world came crashing down. I felt beyond helpless, hopeless and suicidal. I had even picked a date and method. My worst nightmare ended up becoming my reality. I could no longer fake being happy like I had been doing for years. So I confided in some people and finally opened up after seven years. People always said to talk about your problems with others so that you can feel better. Well guess what, it didn't change a thing. In fact, I regret opening up. I feel just as bad as I did before. Whoever said talking helps is a damn liar. I opened up to seven different people and I just made them feel bad for me. One even called me "psycho" because I said I wanted to kill myself even though I wouldn't do it. So here I go back again to pretending everything is fine when nothing is, except this time deep down people will know I am a deeply depressed dude.