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This was me two months ago. Opening up was the biggest mistake I ever made.
Its never wrong to open up. The closed mind of others should never get you down. Their are many people/organisation that are there for you please use them. Opening up is the best thing you can do many burdens are lifted off you.
NO, it can be wrong to open up. The affects of opening up can be horrible (i am speaking from experience here). I opened up ti my best friend, and the next day, she stopped talking to me and avoiding me. I thought she was someone I could trust, but I was wrong, even after 3 years. My mum didn’t know I was depressed and she had the EXACT REACTION to the person in the 4th panel. I am now pretending even more now than I was before that I am happy. The psychologist at school and the PRINCIPAL grilled me after my mum talked to the school.
So no, Sometimes it is a really bad idea to open up to people. I know people say ‘it will get better, you just need to push through’ Well no, it is fucking hard to do that, and I must seem like a coward to my friend, but I honestly have no other option than to pretend that I am ok, even when I am visibly not.
Miyano Shiina says
I ever feel the same way too. Instead, my mom is the main reason of my depression. She pushed me to do things that I cannot do, that I didn’t like at all. But I just can make sure myself that she just trying to give me the best. And I pushed my self to get happy with that
Nicholas Dennison says
That’s sure what it feels like sometimes. Got it from my dad’s side of the family in particular.
EVERY SINGLE TIME WITH EVERYONE!
Yep, every time I try to tell my mother I’m depressed or, god forbid, having a panic attack, she does the same thing