Manic_Depression

Manic Depression I tried to ignore the large sign. It was black with bold white letters that said “Family Mental Health Services.” I took my anxiety out on the door and pushed past it with unnecessary force. I walked to the front desk and was greeted by a secretary whose smile seemed to know my discomfort all too well. “Good morning,” I muttered under my breath, trying not to look her directly in the eyes. I felt she would look into me and formulate a diagnosis even before I spoke. I smiled weakly and sat down in an uncomfortable waiting room chair, trying to avoid her as much as the small room would allow. My stomach clenched as I sat down in the uncomfortable waiting room chair. I looked around me at the others, waiting. The number of children there surprised me. I looked them over, one by one, and found myself attempting to name their dysfunctions, just as I thought the secretary would. I wondered if she made a guessing game out of it. After all, she had the ability to check the files to see if she was correct. “Do I really need to be here'” I asked myself, almost manic, depression, one, days, feel, even, back, myself, thought, about, out, never, didn’t, been, new, just, going, felt, wanted, time, through, really, go, don’t, day, better, began, waiting, think, summer, school, sat, right, rachael, pills, over