Personal Narrative-Assisted Suicide: A Case Study

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My diagnosis came at thirteen. Clinical depression with a side of social anxiety. Although, we knew before this. Two years earlier, I was entered into therapy. Here I found my glass castle. My glass castle is the place where I can escape from the constant pressure of the outside. I don't have to worry about who's listening to me or what responsibilities I have to fulfill. Therapy gives me a place to let go. I don't have to be afraid of telling my therapist anything. It's a judgement-free zone, a place where I can get anything off my chest. My therapist's name is Veronica. She's very gentle and seems like she was born to be a therapist. My first appointment was a surprise to me and I refused to sit down anywhere. Now, I walk in and lay down

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