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A Depressing Story
Jun. 21st, 2009 08:45 pmThis is a depressing story. In here I speak only of the bad parts of my life. Know that even though I only write sadness here, I have had many good and happy experiences in my life. But it is in my nature to dwell upon my mistakes and my sorrows, particularly at this point in my life when knowing how they came about can help me understand myself.
What I write about is not the worst that can befall a person, and compared to many of the tragedies in the world, is but a tempest in a teacup. But maybe it will give you some insights as to how a person can become convinced they are worth nothing, through a slow build-up over many years.
This is the story of why I became depressed, why it went on for so long, and why I almost chose to remove myself from the world. Everything you read is true.
( To the Bullies of My Childhood )
What I write about is not the worst that can befall a person, and compared to many of the tragedies in the world, is but a tempest in a teacup. But maybe it will give you some insights as to how a person can become convinced they are worth nothing, through a slow build-up over many years.
This is the story of why I became depressed, why it went on for so long, and why I almost chose to remove myself from the world. Everything you read is true.
( To the Bullies of My Childhood )
