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i’m a hypocrite. i always encourage my friends to talk about their mental health when i don’t really even talk about my own. i’m quite surprised how long it’s taken me to talk about my own mental health outside of my friends. and even then i barely spoke to them about it all. i guess it’s still a shock that i have bipolar & anxiety and depression. who would have thought? i’ve let my depression and anxiety take over my life for far too long. i lost all motivation and started spending more time alone. i stopped caring about things i once loved, and i had these overwhelming feelings of hopelessness and sadness. which didn’t make sense to me because i always knew i could turn to my friends if i needed them. but why didn’t i? maybe i was embarrassed. as a result, i push everyone away. i though it meant i was broken, weak or damaged, and that it defined who i was as a person. i’m supposed to be the supportive friend. i’m supposed to be a shoulder to cry on. so, i ...