I spent two years exactly like that.
I haven't felt depressed for a few weeks now. It's AMAZING.
The foggy cloud that used to invade my life has finally been lifted.
It wasn't til I tried my third therapist that I felt improvement.
It wasn't til I found comfort in thit d therapist that I disclosed to my parents that I was seeing a therapist.
That lead to another convo. With sobs and all, I managed to tell them how miserable I felt about everything.
My dad tried to brush it off. He didn't understand. I really DONT have anything to be depressed about, and he reminded me.
But that fact didn't make my feelings any less valid. I knew how I felt.
Despite that, He'd ask my how I was feeling and he was constantly reminding me of the wonders this life has to offer.
It was anything but easy for me to tell them how I felt--and despite my father's first reaction to my attempt
It helped me. My parents helped me.
