Friday, February 13, 2015

Getting Help?

Song of the Post: Murder City
     artist: Green Day 
     album: 21st Century Breakdown 


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Salutations fellow internet people!
     So today my father decided to drag me on his walk with my dog. At first, I was reluctant to go because I was in the middle of a REALLY good story, but then I thought "why not?" and got out of bed. I grabbed my headphones and we embarked on our journey. As we were walking, he decided to mention my letter, asking why I wrote it. I was caught off guard and I felt almost embarrassed for some odd reason. Then, multiple questions just kept coming out of his mouth, one after the other, like a machine gun. I felt so pressured and I admit, I teared up a couple times, but only because he would ask why I felt certain ways about my past. One part of the conversation really stood out to me though. He asked what I thought depression was. After explaining it using really bad analogies because I can't relate it to anything normal, Dad had told me his story of living with depression in his teen years. 
     Then came the dreaded question...."Do you want to go to therapy?" I wasn't really sure what to say. I feel like I need to because it would help me be able to breathe a little better when I get this all off my chest, but I don't want them to spend any more money. But more importantly, I don't want to embarrass my family. I can already hear it now, "Did you hear that **insert my name here** is in therapy? I bet she's a suicidal emo. Don't even bother talking to that freak." I know that may seem a little extreme, but where I live, being different is pretty much frowned upon.  
     So I guess what I'm trying to say is....Should I actually go to therapy?

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<3 The Little Fangirl

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