An Attempt At Control and Strength

My battle with clinical depression began when I was 12 years old. I couldn’t sleep at night. I cried every single day.  A deep sadness and sense of hopelessness and worthlessness penetrated my being and it felt unshakable.  I had no label for what I was experiencing and I didn’t know how to share it with those around me. I knew I was in pain and it scared me.

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