Why is it that my depression gets in the way of things? The anger that I have inside me builds up and explodes on the least person I want to throw my anger at, my mom. She knows that I have depression, anxiety, ptsd, and ocd. She understands that I do not mean to let my anger out on her. She understands me, but I do not understand myself. I shouldn’t yell at my mother who has always been there with me, even the time when I wanted to give up on life. I’m seeing a psychologist here on my college campus. I bursted into tears and was sent to my counselor who now knows the secret I have been avoiding to tell. I told my mother that I will now be seeing a new psychologist since I’ve made to many excuses to not see my old psychiatrist who continues to email and call me on my next visit. I’ve been thinking excuse’s to make to not see the psychologist I will be seeing tomorrow, but then I look at the mirror and see myself.
Let’s see what happens tomorrow.
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