Tomorrow I'm going to the doctor, to find out if I have depression. Who knows, it may be a bad mood that's lasted for two months, but you never know.
I'm terribly afraid to find out, actually. What if I do have it? I don't want that label. I would be so embarrassed. It's silly I know, but I've always been the 'in control' one, the stable one, but being depressed would throw that right out the window.
Nevertheless, I'm going, because I'm sick of this affecting my relationships (with bf and friends), affecting my grades, affecting everything around me. I'm either sad and empty, or anxious, or so very irrationally angry. I've become teary, when I've never previously been. I am always tired, my hair is falling out more than ever before, and I have -zero- motivation to do anything. It is such an effort to do anything, from getting out of bed, to actually getting out the door.
I've had enough, so has my long-suffering bf (who I love dearly), so I'm going. But I'm scared of what I'll find.

The doc was really cool about it, I am so grateful that she was understanding. She didn't make me uncomfortable or embarrassed at all. There is help on the way for me, so I'm glad about that.
I know its not an easy thing to do, but I have no doubt that when you walk out of that doctors office your gonna feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off your shoulders.