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09-06-2007 19:24
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My Depression
Its been three years now. I didn't realize that until I stopped smoking pot/other drugs and drinking an obscene amount of alcohol on the weekends. Even though that sounds out of control it wasn't really to me at the time. I was simply not allowing myself to feel what was really going on inside.
My depression feels like I am being suffocated. Like there is an anvil on my chest that won't go away. Nothing has a point or meaning anymore. Such a feeling of insignificence, dirtiniess, like I am not even a person anymore. All I want to do is cry, but I don't feel as though there are any more tears left to cry. Anxiety is an understatement. Guest
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