F*** man. My parents have told me to go to a therapist millions of times. I’ve declined every single time because I’m f****** weak, and want to deal with my depression “by myself”. I’m such a f****** idiot. It’s my third cycle, I can’t stand this any longer.
I wanna tell them to schedule an appointment but I keep pulling myself back, telling myself it’ll cost a lot of money and that I’m not worth that. I don’t even accept gifts or compliments from people anymore, I don’t deserve any of that s***. Besides, they have to be lies.
How the f*** do I swallow my pride? It’s obvious this mental state isn’t normal.
