A first-person account of depression: a prose poem. Read More
Depression. This was one of my bad days.
Stop crying. It gets worse. Nothing. It’s all in my head. All in my head. SO confusing. No answers. All religion, everything’s wrong. Everything. They say it gets better. Okay. Death is around everyone. It’s not my fault. It’s all in my head. So much anger, so much sorrow. It never goes away. What about her. Insane they say. Its all in my head.
I know she would understand how I am both happy and sad, and I'm still trying to figure out how could that be.
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Samantha Smithstein, Psy.D., is a clinical and forensic psychologist and co-founder of the Pathways Institute for Impulse Control in San Francisco.
When and how should we open up to loved ones?