> Most recently, I forgot (really did. Don't ask me how - I don't know - I was busy, I guess) to take my medication for most of the two weeks just after spring break - so up until a week ago. Last Friday, stressed and depressed, I spent some serious quality time with sharp pointy objects and my arm, until I drew blood and scared myself into running trembling to my boyfriend.
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> That's not normal; that's not right. Being at the point where hurting myself is just plain easier because it distracts me from the constant about-to-cry state really isn't a feeling I like - and it gets worse every time I reach it.

Hmm... I understand that I'm probably not a good judge of my own mental health. Like I've said, I do feel fine. But I certainly haven't felt suicidal, inclined to try self-mutilation, or burst into tears out of nowhere. If this is what real depression's all about, I doubt I have it. The only thing I've felt is melancholy. Certainly not pain, worthlessness, or despair. And I can't visualize myself thinking this way in the future. But I'll still look into it further.

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