I had a rough day. I harbored suicidal thoughts yet again. I almost got to the counselor’s office but I backed out and realized I’m too ashamed to admit to a stranger that I need help. I need someone who’d listen and tell me that it’s okay even though we both know it’s just a rehearsed line counselors tell their ‘patients’. So I went home instead, skipping classes, ignoring people, and shutting the world off my radar.

I’m really concerned how often this episodes keep visiting me. I think I should really see a psychiatrist.