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thanx for this... depression hurts. i think i was about nine when i first started showing signs, but i try to hide it from my parents. i dont want them worried. ive never been diagnosed, but i kinda just know its there. i think it happened when my parents got divorced and my dad went to a diff country for a year... but now that hes back it hasnt gotten much better. i have a stepdad now, and my real dad has to leave for iraq TODAY. i have cut in the past, i try not to anymore, but i had to get special permission from school to wear so many bracelets to cover the scars. i seem to not care anymore.. and its getting to where i refuse to eat. suicidal thoughts: yes attempts: no. my friends keep saying that they would help me, but as many of you said i dont want help. i just want to deal with it. im alone almost all day.. i think i just need to reach out.
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When I was 6, my parents knew I had 'problems'. They took me to a physiologist... I was told I was bipolar. At that time I thought I was a polar bear. -_-
Now I know that I am not a polar bear. My friends abandoned me, all but two. Liz and Kurt. They were my saviors for two rough years (During which I started cutting). Both understood how being an outcast felt. Liz's mother and father were drunks, Kurt was ***, and I was bipolar. We became a close group and they helped me. I now take medication and go to weekly appointments, to make sure I am not cutting myself any more. I have begun to get out more and feel more confidant. It is hard, trust me, but friends are like a life boat. The y will save you, even if they need saving more. ![]() image: from google edit: by me |