[ SECRET POST #2333 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2333 ⌋

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Secrets Left to Post: 01 pages, 019 secrets from Secret Submission Post #333.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 1 2 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ], [ 1 2 - ships it ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
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Comments

(frozen comment) Probably not

[yeranonnyharry]

Likely you're a troll, but I'll say this anyway...

I've been majorly depressed for most of my life. Along with that, I've had severe anxiety and suicidal tendencies. I assumed that was my personality. I did not want to go on medication, because I would become someone else.

It got to the point where I could not live any sort of life. I dropped out of school. I couldn't apply for a job anywhere, much less hold one down. I stopped going out of my house because I was afraid that when I opened the door, someone might be outside with a knife. Some days I never got out of bed, I just cried.

Stuff happened. I went on medication. I didn't even care if I turned into someone else at that point, because I hated myself so much that anything, anyone else had to be an improvement.

Anxiety went away. Pretty sure no one wants to kill me. Depression is at about half its previous level. I've put in applications. I went to college. I made friends. I started living a life.

And I am still the same person that I was. The only difference is I don't have piles of horseshit in front of me, blocking my view of the world.