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Trust me on that... I let stuff get really bad for various reasons (including not knowing who or where to go to get the help), and at one point, I was having suicidal idealizations. I even had a plan for how.

I'm doing better, because I spoke up and got the help I needed. I still have really bad stretches, but they're no longer months-long, they're usually only a few days at most. With a combination of therapy and medication, I've gotten to the point where I can pretty accurately tell if I'm just having a really bad few days, or if it's a depressive episode trying to take me down.

The anxiety, for me, at least, is usually worse at night, especially if my sleep pattern gets interrupted. But sometimes, unexpected, totally random things, like having my glasses on my face, will set off an anxiety attack. I have a harder time ID-ing those instances, but I am working on it.

Ten months ago, I wouldn't have been able to function very well, and couldn't look to the future. Today, I am able to go about basic day-to-day things, and I'm back to planning for future shenanigans, and the possibility of going back to college to earn a degree in Graphic Design and/or other types of Art. All of that is because I got help.

My only regret is not getting help sooner.