Personal Narrative: This New Therapist

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“We all know why we are here”. This new “therapist” was my last resort. I wasn’t proud to admit it. Who would be? Some things are easier to admit than others, and admitting that my stubborn self was wrong in an argument was far easier than admitting that I needed help. Truth is, you can’t really predict the reaction your friends and family will have when you tell them “hey I have depression and it sucks” . There’s quite nothing like it, you gather them all in the same room or tell them individually and the reaction is the same. Popped surprised eyes, endless sighs, and the typical “But you always seems so happy?”. Happy, right. All these years I have been suffering in silence and all my dear ones could see was happiness. The thin smile I would
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