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Alexander refused to believe me, convinced that I was a conniving opportunist who had manipulated him for personal gain. The burden of his mistrust and the weight of his mother's accusations pushed me into a deep depression. I struggled to find solace, to convince myself that I was innocent. Each day felt like an uphill battle, a never-ending cycle of despair and heartache. One fateful day, the stress became too much to bear. I woke up feeling dizzy and disoriented, my head throbbing with pain. As I stumbled into the kitchen in search of water, darkness encroached upon my vision, and everything went black.

October 21 Dear Diary, I'm really really sad. I'm depressed. Nothing makes sense to me anymore. If someone showed me the rainbow in my present state, I would only see black and white because the world has lost all colour to me. I cannot talk to anybody about how I feel. Worse is, I miss my son. I miss Nate. My mom thinks it's best he remains in Switzerland with Aunty Cara. She wants to keep him a secret. I find myself taking the bus these days and roaming around town aimlessly dressed like a homeless girl. What if someone sees me? The Flora Vanderbilt. Everyone would be scandalized.

Ethan The room was dimly lit and the heavy curtains blocked out the harsh sun that dared remind me of how far I had fallen. I was lying straight on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling with an empty whiskey glass on the nightstand. My phone buzzed, breaking through the thick haze of self-pity that had settled over me. I was tired of living. I was feeling depressed and I didn't know how to handle myself. I ignored it at first, letting it vibrate into the mattress. Probably just work. Another email about something I could not bring myself to care about right now.

I placed my hand on his shoulder, offering silent support as he continued to speak. "After losing everything, I fell into depression but didn't let it show on my face. I lost my job and all my savings, and I was in debt. I didn't tell Damien about it, partly because I didn't have the courage to share my story of failure with him while he was succeeding in life and partly because he was busy with his own life," he explained, his voice heavy with emotion. He looked up

"And then there's Jack, the older man who seems lost and confused. He's been struggling with Alzheimer's disease, and has been slowly losing his memories and his sense of identity. It's heartbreaking to see him struggle to remember his own name, or the faces of his loved ones." I listened, entranced, as Dexter told me the stories of the other patients. There was Sarah, the teenager who had been struggling with anorexia and body dysmorphia. There was Michael, the veteran who had been struggling with PTSD and flashbacks. And there was Rachel, the young mother who had been struggling with postpartum depression and anxiety. As Dexter told me their stories, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe

Silas I've been down bad, worse than I ever imagined I could be. I'm stuck in it—a depressive spiral that keeps dragging me deeper and deeper. Days blur together, a haze of gray. I force myself through the motions of work, put on the mask everyone expects from me, but at the end of the day, I'm hollow and wrung out. By the time I drag myself into bed, I don't bother pretending anymore. I just let the silence swallow me whole.

A new post from the same anonymous account. "That was just the beginning. Over the next few days, I'll be posting more of Lila's stories. Stories about other guys at school. You might even find yourself in one of them. Stay tuned to see just how perverted Lila Richmond really is." My hands were shaking. This person did not just have one story. They had multiple stories. Stories about different people. I had written so many over the past year. Stories to process my confusing feelings. Stories about Ryan. Stories about Derek before I knew him. Stories about random guys I found attractive. Stories that were never meant to be read by anyone.

So I confessed and told her everything. Maybe I should have lied from the onset that I got stuck in the woods alone. I sighed deeply and walked to my bed. Who even changes their names from Gnash to Dash. It’s like changing your name from Simeon to Simon. Or Angelica to Angelina. Or from Filipe to Filip. Or from… Whatever! I laid down on my bed tiredly. Everything is just against me going to this party. My age, the party cloth which mum fucking seized, and mum herself and my phone.

"I'm doing my best to stay positive because that's what gets me through the day" Faith's POV I stood there frozen. He knows. He knows. Those are the words that just keep repeating my mind. For all these years I kept this secret to everyone, not even Monty, Amelia or Aiden know about my miscarriage. Tears were beginning to form as the thought of that hurtful day. The day where I lost my little one. "And not only that. Why didn't you tell me you have depression?" He asked another question.

The boys garnered some wood blocks back at the cabin’s tool shed, while me and Nica flumped at the cushioned sand, gossiping and opening up about our worst regrets. “Getting toppled by the exacting expectations. You can’t please everybody, even your parents,” remarked Nica. She took a momentum before she added, “Actually, I have chronic depression. Please don’t tell my brother I told you this. I had to pay a visit to therapist, periodically, costing a quarter of my monthly earnings as a full-time model. I’ve lost my appetite, looked extenuated. Thinner than my body today. After all those plights, I managed to rise up to the occasion. I moved out from our house and still trying to find that p