I feel like no one in my life actually cares. My family has no clue about what has being going on with me. Only two people have ever actually told me that they've cared about me, and that was only within the past year. One of them is the counselor I've been going to at school. But, I'm afraid that when people say that they care about me, they don't actually mean it. Sometimes, it's kind of really hard for me to trust others and it's been really hard to me to tell this counselor things or even to believe that I can get better.

She seems really nice and I have told her a few things that I thought she would be able to understand and not judge me. I think she's only about 3-4 years older than me, so I think I can relate to her. We only get a set amount of appointments for each student each semester, which I can understand, but I'm almost at my limit. I'm afraid that once I'm unable to go anymore, this girl will stop caring about me because she won't need to anymore. I think seeing her has definitely helped my depression a little bit, but once I stop going to see her, the sadness will take over again and I'll be right back where I started.