I'm surviving, but only barely. I can feel myself slipping into that deep hole of depression, no matter how much I try to ignore it. It's becoming more clear each week. The past three weeks, I have really been struggling in the sleep department, even more so than usual.
I've noticed all over school they have newsletters posted on walls for people who may need to seek mental health services. I think it's time I make the call. With my family back home reading my blog now, I can't express my real feelings on things and it's pitting up anger and fustrationg like you wouldn't believe.
I'm not suicidal, but I just have a lot of pit up emotions about everything. I don't want to talk to NYEBoy about my feelings because I can't handle him being sad, too. And since I can't blog my full feelings nor do I have anyone to really talk to right now, I need to find a verbal outlet.
I hope someone can see me this week, preferably tomorrow or Tuesday since my birthday is the day after, and let's face it, who wants to spend any time in therapy on their birthday? Not me.