Not A Happy Girl
Everyone always sees me as a happy care-free girl.
I'm an active member of my church and am looked up to for advice and friendship.
A couple of years ago I was sad, depressed, and angry. It got bad enough to the point where I decided to take a bottle of pills and end it. To my dismay, I survived and it stayed my little secret. It took over a year for me to break down and tell someone. I then considered myself a happy, healthy person. I could live guilt free because my secret was out.
Lately, the stresses of life have been getting to me and after crying until I had no more tears I've finally convinced myself that I need help. Truthfully, the only thing keeping me alive right now is my fear of H***. Unfortunately, I have feeling I might get over that fear and if I don't get over my pride and get help soon it may be too late...