Mild Depression
I went to my doctor today, and he diagnosed me with mild depression. I’m so miserable. Over what? Nothing. Over my idiotic mistakes, my shame, my embarrassment, my mistakes, my choices. And I’m stressing myself over all of these. Going to see a psychiatrist sometime at the beginning of May, do some tests, have an analysis.
God, I want to run away. Far away. Just…be away from here. This mess. This horrible place.
