I am sitting outside in my usual spot by Renner hall when a young woman, who we are going to call Destiny, walked up and said, "Hi." She seemed nice. We talked a little bit about academic programs at Capital, and she says she either wants to be a journalist, or a mortician. Since I told her that Capital offers a biochemistry major, she asked me to look up journalism. Sure enough, Capital offers a journalism degree.
We talked a little bit about her and I found out she has depression like I do. She is currently on Prozac, the same medicine which my doctor took me off of. She told me that she had recently swallowed a bottle of pills in an attempt to end her life. Both of her parents are dead, and she was the person who found them. I think this event may have triggered her depression. She told me about how she doesn't like high school and that everyone was so immature, (I THOUGHT THE SAME THING WHEN I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL).
After a while, she said goodbye and walked away.
Pray for Destiny.
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