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Everyone Else Seems Happy. How Come I'm Not?


Everyone Else Seems Happy. How Come I'm Not?

Depression is not a passing mood, a sign of weakness or something you can convince yourself not to feel. It is a health disorder that can be treated with counseling, medication or a combination of both. The most important step toward treating depression—and sometimes the most difficult—is asking for help.

Caitlin’s Blog

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“I missed economics class again today. It seems like, no matter how early I go to bed, I can’t get myself up before 11. My roommate thinks I’m just a little depressed, though honestly, I’ve no reason to be. What else could I want? Something else, I guess. . .Case in point: Just yesterday, Jared left a veritable garden of wildflowers at my door. He’s been perfect, and I’m crazy about him. But what’s strange is that I still haven’t put his flowers in water. They’re still lying next to my bed in a heap. It’s like I just don’t care about things anymore, and I don’t have a clue why. . .”


Jason’s Blog

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“I noticed that lately, when I’m going out with friends, I can’t wait to get to the bar and order the first round of drinks. When my friends are still sitting around in their rooms texting or playing video games, I’m already planning what I’m gonna drink. I’m obsessed with getting everyone to go out early. Once we get to the bar, and I’ve had two or three shots, that’s when the pain goes away—and usually everything works out fine. Last night when we were out, though, I got into a fight with Tom. All of a sudden, I was throwing punches and the guys had to hold me back. I don’t know why I did that. Tom’s a good guy. I don’t even remember what I was so angry about.”


Claire’s Blog

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“Yesterday Chloe said that I needed a shower. That was so mean. So maybe I haven’t washed my hair in a few days. . .and my room is kind of a disaster. I’ve also stopped wearing makeup. I mean, what’s the point? It’s not like there’s anyone here worth looking good for. Sometimes when I’m alone, I’ll start crying for no reason. I haven’t told anyone; I just feel so stupid. It’s ridiculous—I get good grades, I’m not broke and I’ve got some really good friends. So what does someone like me have to feel bad about anyway?”