Depression
It runs in our family. My older sister and my younger sister have told someone about it. Me… I keep it hidden. I want to talk about it but it’s stuck in my throat. I’ve done things that will haunt me forever and I try to tell my sisters but I choke. 5 of my absolute closet friends know and it’s only because I told them when I was drunk. Both of my sisters went to therapy. Both of them have said something. I’ve hide it for a while. It pops up randomly on occasions I don’t understand. No one knows the extent of it. No one understand how bad it is. Everyone thinks I am a happy person. Im a really good hider….
