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Originally Posted by artemis-within
I've been looking at these old pictures my brother sent and just staring deeply at the me in them and thinking I wish I could go back in time somehow and give that me such a big hug and somehow make things better for her. I remember so clearly being that age and how I felt like such an ugly freak, such an outsider, so stupid and dumb and worthless...
I need to go to work. I think I'm going to bring a couple of those pics with me today to show t after work. Later couchies have a good day/night everyone.
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I was so ashamed of my depression as a kid and teenager that I didn't even write about it in my diaries. When I re-read them, there are all these entries of "Why am I so angry? Why did I freak out about X?" and since I remember those times I'm like, "Because you were suicidally depressed!"
I wish I could go back and hold my own and hand say, "It's okay. You're beautiful. You're talented. It's just the depression talking and you *can* get help and you're *not* a freak."