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Tuesday, October 23, 2007, 10:43 PM
Hope

It's night right now.

I wanted to tell you all something fantastic!

I've finally let out my feelings.
After three years of holding all of that inside. I finally let it out.

Here's how I did it:

I was on the computer, looking for music to ease me. I was depressed.
I paused for a second and decided to look at self-help web pages. Self-help pages with articles on depression.
Dad was right beside me. I asked him, "How can depression effect a person?"
Man, I'm always asking stupid questions...
"In a very bad way. It's unhealthy." He turned to look at me. "Are you depressed?"
Whenever a parent asks you a question, you can't just say nothing and walk away. They give you this glare-like look that burns holes through your head. It's so intimidating that you have no choice but to spit out the answer.
"Y-yes..."
"Why are you sad?"
"Maybe 'cause I'm growing up?"
"There are many things you could be sad about."
I started to read from the depression article. " ' The symptoms of depression can be fatigue, change in diet, and suicide ideation. ' "
Yes, I have all of those symptoms... I'm always tired and I never want to eat. I've also wrote on here about suicide...
" ' Ways of treating depression is to take medication, get counseling or a mixture of both. ' ", I continued.
"Do you know why you're depressed?"
"Um...because I'm growing up?"
"No," He paused. "It mostly because of our family. Since you never had a mother to love you, our family isn't normal."
He had a point...
My Dad kept asking me questions.
What makes you feel happy? What do you do when you are sad? Do you feel all alone sometimes? Do people hurt your feelings? He acted more like a child psychologist then a computer programmer(that's his job)...

Finally, he ended the conversation.
"Don't worry. Daddy's here to help you."
I thanked him.

Maybe I have some hope of becoming happy again. I never realized it, but I was happy for only four years of my life. From when I was an infant to a four-year-old toddler.
I started realizing how bad the environment around me was, and I started to hate it.
I started getting depressed when I was nine.
Maybe that's all gonna change. Maybe I might get help and have my problems solved.
Just maybe. My misery might come to an end.

♥, Yuki