I'm blogging at YA Highway today about writing, depression, and gaining control.
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The first time I sat in my soon-to-be counselor's office, she asked me, "Why are you here?"
Why was I there? Was it because I couldn't stop crying? Was it because I couldn't rise from bed? Or, when I managed to go to class I fled halfway through, professor and classmates staring, to have my panic attack in the girls' room? Yeah, I guess it was all those things. But what I said was, "I'm losing control."
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