In general, I’d like to consider myself an honest person. Most of the time, if you ask me my opinion, I’m gonna give it to you straight. It also doesn’t help that I’m a terrible liar, and usually, I’ll start bursting out laughing or smile really widely if I tell a lie, and it’s a dead giveaway. For the past three years, however, I’ve gotten surprisingly good and lying to my parents about my well-being at school, even if they can sometimes tell what’s up.
The decision to start taking antidepressants is not as easy to make as one might think. It personally took me over two years and two different psychiatrists to come to terms with the fact that I needed medication to get me through my bouts of depression and anxiety.
Tell your aunt to stop posting Despicable Memes on Facebook
I sat for minutes, for hours, for days, frozen in time, paralyzed. The world had pulled a lens over my eyes, muting my vision. . .