In 2011, my father had to travel miles to find out what was wrong with me. I’d shut my phone down. No calls. No messages. I barely ate. I didn’t want to talk to anyone.
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I used to do that. My family thought I was going crazy. That was back in 2010. People don’t always understand our need of loneliness. I don’t know if that was the beginning of a depression, but I was fine. I just needed to be alone. I often feel that need.

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