I’m so tired of being everyone’s goddamn therapist. I mean I guess it’s partially my fault too since nobody knows I’m depressed. Every single time someone complains to me about how depressed they, how they sh, how terrible they feel, etc, I want nothing more then to ignore them. But I can’t do that. I’d be a shitty human being if I turned down a friend in need.

The baggage just keeps piling up. I have to deal with my own problems and on top of that theirs too. I can’t catch a break. The second I think I’m getting better someone just has to ruin my day by talking about themselves.

I know I’m a terrible person for thinking this but every time someone tells me they are depressed I don’t believe them. I know it’s bad, especially since I would want nothing more then for someone to believe me. But realistically they just don’t seem depressed to me. It all feels like they are claiming to be depressed as some sort of cool new fad. Like there is never a day when they won’t shut up about their depression. I don’t understand how they can even tell anyone. I’ve been depressed and cutting for 5 years and I haven’t told a single soul (minus the internet). I know what depression feels like and my gut says they are lying. 

How can I counsel someone when I can’t even help myself? How can I tell someone to go to a therapist or tell an adult when I haven’t done either of those? How can I tell them to rely on their friends when I haven’t? Every piece of advice I give breaks me inside because I’m simply a hypocrite.