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It's Tempting in Self-Fulfilling Prophecy

  • Oct. 20, 2025, 6:21 a.m.
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It’s tempting to give up.
Abandon it all.

Almost every day now I can feel my darkness trying to take a hold of me.
Some type of sickness, they call it.

Major Depressive Disorder.
Clinical Depression.

Lack of chemicals in the brain, allegedly.
According to her, I’ve had it for awhile, but I only just got it diagnosed.
Haven’t started medication yet.

Will I start medication?
I don’t know.

For all I know it’s just a goddamn placebo to try and make me feel like I’m getting better.
Can I even get better?
This is all I know.
This is all I remember.

If I change now, is it even still me anymore?
Time may have passed for me.

I don’t know why they made it so hard just to stay alive.


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