My Ever-persistent Problem

It is not a good thing. When I make a new blog entry. I’ve known for a couple of months that do have depression. I suspect I may have it, and now I know I do. I cannot hide from myself. Though I’m not keen on letting anyone one know. Stigma. I don’t know if it’s mild or quite severe. All I know is I’ve had this feeling/episode since I was a kid. And studying human psych just broke me on multiple occasions. I’m pretty much numb to that sensation. I just hope it remains this way and there won’t be one where I cannot overcome. I’m writing this down as I makes me feel better. A coping machinism. I’m gonna carry on. That’s the only way. There are of course times (like today), I just want to to end. Forever. That would’ve been wonderful, huh? 😂 I’d really like to try antidepressants.