It's summer break. I'm supposed to be happy, relaxed, to hang out with my friends and only doing stuff that makes me feel good, but I'm not. Although for a while now I've been feeling better, and I even made some new friends, now it feels like everything's becoming just like it used to be. This new friends don't really talk with me anymore. My old ones aren't in contact with me anymore either, and I have to admit that a big part in that. But yet, I'd expect at least one of them, that knows about my depression, to ask me how I'm doing. Her not asking me even once since this break started how I was doing just porves everything I've been to afraid to admit so far- that she's not a real friend. That I have no one I can trust, no I can rely on. That no one cares for me. No one to save me from myself when I slip back into a depression episode. I'm feeling myself going through everything all over again, and I'm not ready to do this again. There's no way I'll survive another episode pf this. Last time I was so close to commiting suicide, why wouldn't I this time?
Joined: 07-23-2015