I actually recovered a little bit since yesterday. I now set up a light morning workout of 15 minutes in my bedroom. Just want to put myself together before I set out to see anyone. I mean, depression is now so real to me that I will have enough motivation to stick with it.
But I went to visit a professional anyway today. It was a great experience. I basically went through my feelings with the help of her (oh, let's call her "Marissa") questions. I realized that I am very angry about my family that raised me. I think they could do better. On the other hand, I also felt a little guilty since I did not do enough to help them.
We set up a weekly meeting, probably throughout this quarter. Some sort of cognitive-behavioral therapy, which I do not really understand, but will be more than happy to go for it.
The rest of the day, I am just doing great.
Moral lesson: depression is real. I am happy that I saught professional help before I sinked too deep into the hole. Be open. The therapy probably won't help much, I guess, but seeking for it will heal you half way.
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