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At the peak of my depression, I nearly jumped off my barracks. Luckily my friend's mom called my battalion and had someone stop me. It's hard to say it will get better, but I think it does. Finding coping mechanisms helps. I fully understand it get's worse during times of joy and celebration, not feeling wanted and all, but that isn't always the case. There's nothing wrong with asking for help. Even if it's as simple as being around someone.
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