Originally posted by Sempiternal
Tonight, during a discussion with my Sister and Father, discovered that I am crazy.
The conversation started out about what our Christmas experiences were when we were children and we were sharing memories, except every memory I have, seems to be false according to my sister and dad and we are convinced that as a defense mechanism my mind has put up a mental barrier with what my actual experiences were with false and happy ones.
I suffer depression as many of you know from my previous threads, but i've never questioned my memories or basic human integrity. I'm in my bedroom right now. It's almost 3AM. I'm very drunk and relying heavily on auto-whatever its called to make this understandable, but I don't know who I am.
No wonder I go to psycho-therapy.
I'm literally losing the will to live a little bit more every day.
Life will get better. I don't think you're insane... Just keep going, man. Have faith and don't lose hope :p