what's up, folks? it's been a minute, huh.
turns out i'm gay and trance gender. and now i'm in high school, too. like i didn't have enough problems.
better news, though: i got hospitalized for a week in freshman year and can proudly say i've gotten way less depressed now. i'm on zoloft and vyvanse, sorely needed, and have survived for longer than i thought i ever would. hell, i can't count the number of important life events i've passed that i thought i wouldn't live to see. (changing my name, for example, or my sophomore year of band camp.)
life lesson: all those ex-depressed people you hear saying "it gets better" over and over again almost robotically? as much as i hate to say it, it's true- at least partly. there are days it doesn't feel better, there are days i still feel like human garbage and i can't bring myself to get out of bed, but they're way less often now, and i have people around to make sure i don't fall into depressive episodes all the time like i used to. so i guess it gets better, but only if you pick yourself up off your ass (preferably with medications as a crutch) and actually start improving it.
anyways, this is pretty much just a life update, to prove that i haven't killed myself. just forgot about this blog for a while, and was busy with other shit.
we're gucci.
signing off,
hunter
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