So I’m just a teenager still trying to figurer out life, I “suffer” from moderate to severe desperation. And I’ve only really started to enjoy life in the past year. Up in till then I’ve had to shear a bed room with my mother witch is partly illegal and not help full for socializing. Up in till the age of about 13 I only had about 2 proper friends. My family’s lower middle class witch means we struggle but don’t get government funding so normally at lest 3 days a week we can barely afford food. Because of this I was build at primary school for ever not having a daily shower because we couldest afford the water, having worn out shoes and uniform, and also I had to recycle glad rap to use the next day. For 5 years of primary school I didn’t think it was right to tell on every one to physically and viability bully me, I never told a teacher or my parents and I didn’t have a friend to tell. So I just took all the beatings. That was in till the awesome girl who was a year up from me told the teacher. And it stoped, all the guys still hated me, but all the girls where my friends so I didn’t give a s***. So that was primary school, then there was middle school where I started to get called shark boy, because my nose is slightly larger than ‘normal’. I nearly jumped off a cliff to end it all a couple times. Then came high school. I had a couple friends, then one turned into a jerk to me and one friend left him, then we got another friend. I had a hole two friend at school, I barely ever had food to eat thanks to been lower middle class. At about the same time my best friend got me smoking, me and him had some good times, but like all my relay good friends they seem to leave after a couple years. But now my lives staring to look up, I have my own room, in a sort of wared relationship, I’ve quit smoking, I have a friend I can trust with anything, a couple good friends and a hand full of mates that are fun. But I get migraines at lest once every 3 days, I have to take 3000mgs of H.perforatum a day so im not a depressed suicide monster. And no I haven’t told my parents about my depression. Ive told one friend and no one alce knows. So I think im finally getting better at this hole live thing. I still have bad days where I want to hang my self, and I slice holes in my arm just to make sure I can still feal (if u want to know what I mean just listen to hurt by john cash, it sums up whats running threw my head when s*** gets bad). But finally life is slowly getting better. So if your still reading this and your in a dark place, I cant force u to keep going but I can tell u it will get better with time. And if u don’t believe me, stay around and find out for your self, your not alone, just talk to some one u can trust and it will help.