I've been in a constant depression for several weeks now, probably a little over a month. In response, I've been turning to times spent at the bar, drawing, and actively pursuing hang-out times with friends, or just people to talk to. I've also been to the bowling alley at least once and I've gone to a few restaurants during this time frame. It's been a little more money spent than what I would've liked, but for the sake of my mental health, it was worth it. Slaying fellow students at class with a machete isn't exactly an option.
On the bright side, I think I'm finally certain what the cause is, and what I can do to remedy it. I'm a little saddened to find out what it really is, but happier to know I can fix this. You see, I've been denying myself the truth, refusing to admit what the problem really was. Strangely though, I never once thought of it before. Perhaps my subconscious didn't like the idea.
Whatever the reason for my blindness, what matters here is that for one to truly fix one's own problems, one has to admit that there actually is a problem to begin with. This can be a harsh reality.
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