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Lately, I've just felt really depressed. Depressed about who I am. I can feel so confident one moment and then so worthless the next. I don't feel real. Identity is a struggle. Different names, styles, everything. I don't know my sexuality anymore. I don't know why I do things. I don't understand.
I want to up my depression pills but, I will just get yelled at by my mom. She always wants me to be happy. She'll help me with getting piercings, art supplies, even my snake. If I admit to being depressed she says I'm ungrateful and etc. I also don't want to admit to my psychiatrist because she will ask why. Lately I've told her I've been great and she might think I'm lying or something...
I also feel bad for my friend who knows something is wrong with me. I tell him I'm fine but he knows. I can't fake it and I feel so horrible.
"Some days life is all about your dreams, hopes and visions for the future. But there are some days where life is just about putting one foot in front of the other. And that's okay."