I want to cry

I finally went to see an actual therapist for depression that's been wrecking my life worse and worse lately and I may finally be able to get the help I desperately need

And the only reason I even made it was because one of my professors got worried and set me up with an academic coach who then lead me to the schools psychologist

I wanted to cry so much when I heard that.

Someone took the time to give a damn about me. Someone who is essentially a stranger made the effort to fix me. I know its probably their job and all but it still meant so much.