My Journal

My journal
My journal

My depression started when I was just 7 years old. I was a very happy child when I was growing up, but then it suddenly changed when my mom told me that my dad was hit by a car. I was a daddy’s girl. Ever since that day, I felt something in me change like my whole world was just falling apart. I didn't eat for days, did not go to school or to the hospital to see my dad, but as time went by, I started to think "Maybe if I fake my happiness, everything will be fine, so if I keep a big smile on my face no one will notice." 
In 8th grade, I started to lose weight. I went from 150 lbs to only 100 lbs because of depression. I started cutting myself thinking that was the answer, and that would solve it, but it didn’t work. My 9th grade year was so hard on me, seeing my dad go in and out of hospitals, almost losing his life, and seeing that triggered my depression. I would never show my arms because I didn't want anybody to know what I was going through. Then one day I just opened up to my teacher and told her. Then she took me to the counselor and got me some help. 
Depression is not something to deal with alone. It's good to talk to someone about what you are going through so they can help you. I didn't have anybody to talk to about my depression because I thought nobody would understand me.  I'm happy to say that writing and talking to someone about my depression helped me heal, and now I'm going back to the old happy me, and I'm gaining my weight back.

– Lydia

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