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Okay, I'm Ryan. I'm 21. I go to Uni, studying animation. It's a night course, I guess. I
like some of it. My lecturers don't really seem to like me. God, this is stupid. I live
at home with my parents and I've got two sisters. Lucy's 23. Sarah's just turned 17. Mum and
dad are pretty much workaholics. Not really around much. Haven't been since I started
high school, really. Certainly not following in those footsteps.
Friends. Yes, I have friends. Mainly from high school though, and we don't really keep
in touch anymore. It's just different at the Uni. The groups are all sorta close.
It's like I forgot to join them before I got there and now there's no room left. "Sorry. You're not in the group, loser."
Girlfriend. That's a sore point. I'm gonna come back to that. Why am I doing this?
Well, because I've just started seeing a psychologist, Mary. And she reckons it might help me articulate
why I feel so crap and why I don't feel like getting up every day. She reckons I've got
depression. I don't care what it's called. I just feel crap. Actually half the time I
don't feel anything at all. And if you don't feel anything, what's the point?
I don't wanna go on feeling like this. No one does, but I honestly cannot see how talking
about it is gonna change anything. But I've signed up for 12 weeks of therapy so...
So this is what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna try and sit down once a week and tell my computer
how I feel and why I feel that. Okay, I think that's enough for a first session.