ME [M] 19
My psychiatrist just spoil the fun of my long time depression (since early 2019) by telling me that I'm depressed/I need medicine.
I feel like she gave me the right to :
-be upset all time without reason.
-to talk shit to people I know without caring.
-to lay in bed all time
-TO BE DEPRESSED
And she removed the ability to :
-Help nearby people because I'm "DEPRESSED"
-BE NORMAL

In the present time, I can't tell if the actual me remember it self without my depression, it helps in the hole process of growing up/ building beliefs/ construction me (destruction in a ironic way). I really like my self in that way because it's me. By telling me I'm depressed I feel like all my purest idea are just from another depressed (fucked up) guy that doesn't matter if they are wonderful nor creative.

*PLEASE DON'T HESITATE TO BE SARCASTIC (one of the adequate style to make someone notice something (usually a bad thing) if you have doubt it is true or not. So if it is true the person will be aware of it, if not he will just ignores it.)



I can see that I looks like a "depressed person". Hahahahahaha