I faked my depression and today I told my therapist the truth.

It was all a lie. I thought it was funny to pretend I was clinically psychologically depressed. I’ve been going to therapy for about 3 years now. I don’t even remember why I did it in the first place. I think I was bored. My parents made me go but it was free and I got to skip school early sometimes so I kept going.<br><br>I made up a whole different life for myself. I told my therapist how my dad raped me and my mom beat me. How I was suicidal and self harmed. None of it was true. My therapist would try to make me feel better all the time but I would just laugh inside because it was all such bullshit.<br><br>I’m not even clinically depressed. I felt bad because my therapist was so nice and actually cared about me. She truly was worried about my well-being. I felt bad and today I told her the truth. She was so upset that I could see her eyes welling up with tears. I guess I don’t have to worry about my parents forcing me anymore though.