Story #2

"I don't remember when I started to feel like this. I started to be really "lazy" in a sense. For some reason I lost my interest to do anything. Everything seemed meaningless to me to the point that it is difficult for me to even start my homework. Every morning I hated waking up and wished I can just sleep forever. I really wanted to escape to my dream because the world there is better than the reality. At one point, I kind of realized that I might have a depression. I didn't want to tell anyone about it though and I am still hiding from my family and my friends. People would ask me why and the reason is that I am scared to be a burden for my family and even though I know that they love me so much, I still feel that if I acknowledge my problems, they will start to not accept me as who I am."

- Anonymous