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DEPRESSION This is maybe one of the most difficult topics for me to talk about, because no one likes to talk about the worst time of their life. I believe there is a cliche regarding this disease and yes I do think it is a disease. For the longest time I told myself I was just sad. That I will get better and that everything will just work itself out. I just needed time to get over this sad time in my life and that I will get through it. I didn't allow myself to cry, I would tell myself to be strong for everyone else and so I didn't grieve. That only made it worse. Months later all I could think about was ending it all. Being around people was terrifying and horrible. All I felt was this darkness in my soul, surrounding me day and night and it felt like I was going to infect others with this darkness that consumed me. And still I didn't ask for help. I didn't allow myself to cry because I thought I would fall apart not realizing that I was already fallin