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I have depression, social anxiety, and suicidal thoughts. I would confess sooner but I’m afraid. Of what, I think you know.

Sometimes I find myself taking things for granted, or comparing myself to those who seem to have it all. Sometimes I need to remind myself that I also have it all, and I am infinitely lucky that this is the life that was given to me.

I’ve realized that the pieces on TC that have put me off the most were not always the ones that I disagreed with or that I couldn’t relate to. Rather, it was the ones that felt hollow.

I am falling into a deep depression that I can’t handle.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been the person that my family and friends come to when they need help, advice, or someone to talk to.