I've been depressed since I was 12. I wasn't diagnosed officially until this past February, meaning, I couldn't really get help before then. I officially stopped cutting forever on 10/2/12. I was the queen of "I'm fine" and fake smiles. I hardly talked to anyone, it took so much effort to do anything. I didn't want to eat or move from my bed. I did horribly in school, didn't care about anything.
I still struggle with it, but I don't self harm anymore and I don't want to die. I force myself to move forward and keep pushing on with my life. I want to help other people who are struggling. I want to go to college and study psychology so I can open a center for people who can't get the help they need.
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