I got diagnosed in 7th grade with depression, and it’s funny because I was at the doctor for a normal checkup and then he commented on my terrible posture and I got so sensitive, and just cried. Then he asked me if I had depression, and I said yes. Then I thought I may have just self-diagnosed myself, and felt like s*** for “pretending” to be depressed. Haha, it turns out I do have depression, and it totally shows. Right, and on top of that, I have anxiety, but wait it gets better… I have ADD, and tons of problems with my heart, spine(scoliosis), liver, and almost every f****** organ. My family tries to help me with my depression, but it just irritates me, and now I have tons of homework to do because I haven’t done any work during the quarantine. But now I feel like I’m a total shitball, for being like this, acting as if I’ll always have depression. It’s just so hard to ask for help because then it’s like admitting defeat, and I hate losing at life, but I already have, which makes no sense at all. I also hate how I can’t do simple s***. The homework that was due a month ago, “wow, I can totally do it, it’s easy as f***”, and then I proceed to play games. I hate my mindset. I think too much, and I miss being happy. I want to be happy, but it’s just my own doing that makes me even more depressed. I already have a therapist, so thank you for offering to seek help, but as I said, it’s so hard for me to ask for help. Any advice would help
