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Depression manifests itself in many strange ways.

My room is either pristine, or a Jackson Pollock of last week's socks and t-shirts. That can be said about pretty much everything in my life: my hair, my makeup, my kitchen. That's part of life, right? Why does it have to be?

"Just be happy."
"You've done so much, you're so lucky."
"Think of all the great things you have accomplished!"
"At least you have a healthy relationship and a boyfriend who loves you."
"People love you, remember that."

Yeah, yeah. I've heard it all before. But hearing it again, wow! Cured my depression right up! Thanks!

Fuck off.

Okay, I'm sorry. That was mean. I really do appreciate encouraging words. I know you all mean well. I guess I automatically feel like people scream: "Your depression is not justified because of all of these great things!" Thanks, brain.

I know these things. I'm thankful for these things. So what'…

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