I told my mom and my sister that I think I have anxiety and depression. They were at home, while I’m at my dorm. I cried through facetime. My mom said that she wanted me to go see a therapist after I said that this was not a phrase just like what she said before. Maybe the therapist will help me get through it and maybe prescribed me some medicines. My mom and my sister said that they will always support me no matter what. I cried again but with another reason instead. They said that when I talked to the members of family or my friends, I don’t usually said all of my feelings, the therapist might help me get through it. They didn’t try to change me, my mom said that I am normal, my sister said that I am normal. Maybe just a little depressed but that’s okay.
“You’ll get through it.”
”I believe in you.”
”Because it’s okay to feel this way.”
”It’s okay to cry, it will make you feel better.”