||[Apr. 26th, 2008|04:23 pm]
Three months ago, I had a job as an appointment setter at an Internet start up. Well, I lost that job after a week! A week!
I called home, and threatened to slit my wrists. What happened was the fact that my mom and dad said that I wasn't going to do it. They never once took me to the hospital. I think they were in denial. I then called my county's crisis hotline, and was referred to a therapist. I was diagnosed with depression.
Things are getting better. It's a slow process, but I'm taking baby steps. I've joined a local knitting club. I've volunteered. I've looked for several jobs. And right now, things are just getting better.
Thank God I knew that I had a problem. And now, things are starting to turn around.