I don't take any meds. And I don't know where to go for counseling. If I ask my parents they'll have a fit and say I'm being dramatic and want attention. I guess that's my problem, but I don't know...
I don't know that I'm depressed for sure, so maybe I shouldn't be here. There's just this nagging feeling, like a persistent fly, that I'm not okay. I guess this is the life story part. I'm still in...