How Depression Affected My Life

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Eight lines, that’s what I have, they sit above my left knee. They are a reminder of a mistake I made and one I will never make again. I self-harmed and it did not solve my problem at the time but it taught me a bigger lesson. It taught me that it does not fix your problems and it only hurts those around you and it shouldn't have been an option in the first place. My entire life I have always struggled with depression. I didn’t show any outward signs of it to the world around me until I reached third grade when I told my mom “I don't want to be alive anymore” to which was not handled well. I didn’t get any actual help until the end of eighth grade and the beginning of ninth. I started to see a counselor and started to take medication, it all …show more content…

I broke down into tears, I had now become responsible for helping a rape victim confront her situation and help her recover from it. It was one of the most difficult things I had ever done. This situation combined with the tremendous amount of depression and anxiety I deal with on a daily basis caused my mind to overload, my schooling, my family life, and my social life were all affected very badly, I lost friends, my grades slipped and I became more distant from my family and I became wrapped in …show more content…

My mom made the decision to move there and to have me stay here in Michigan. I had no choice in the matter and there were many fights and issues with this situation but that's not what I'm going to talk about. I felt abandoned and left alone, even though here in Michigan I have the rest of my family my mother was the person I have always lived with, and to have her choose her husband over her first born child hurt me a lot and I now realize that wasn’t the case but it made me feel like she was moving away just to get away from me. That's when I did it, my mind had reached the point of “you can’t do anything right, you can’t make your girlfriend any better, you drove your mom away, you're just a pathetic piece of shit” and because I started thinking that way I started to feel like I deserved to be punished for not being able to help and for driving a parent away. I felt like I deserved pain and

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