Given recent events, my mom had me do a psychology session to get a diagnosis of what mental disorders I could possibly have. I sat in that chair at my kitchen table (online appointment) and thought to myself, "Worst case scenario, they put me on more depression meds. No big deal." We talked, and she gave me what she believed to be the issue. Yes, I have depression. Not quite severe, but over moderate. I got diagnosed with PTSD and possible bipolar disorder (have to be 18 to get a true diagnosis) That hit me like a train. It's crazy how the aftermath of a two month relationship was able to completely re-wire my brain. I didn't cry, I didn't get upset. I just felt empty. I had gotten an answer, but not the answer I expected. And now I have to face the fact that a 14 (now 15) year old freshman gave me PTSD. Talked to @_-Astro-Novalight-_, he was pretty chill about it, but it still haunted me. I live in a constant fear, a constant up and down stress that feels like hell. As someone who desperately wants to be "normal", I have a really hard time processing this. I would tell Max, but I haven't heard from him since yesterday. Not sure why.
