I Talked

I talked to a counselor about what's going on with my emotions. She called me in and asked how I was doing and I decided I should talk. To be honest I really just want to be left alone to cry, but I knew getting help is the right thing to do. Even though I don't even like the idea of getting help, because as odd as this sounds, I'm afraid of letting go the sadness, as if I need the sadness to be who I am. I let the depression become me and that's going to be the hardest thing to let go. Anyways the counselor told my dad, and now I'm going to get professional help in 1-2 weeks. I feel like I could somewhat talk to my parents a little more than I used to.