Ever since i was fourteen years old I’ve struggled with depression. It was always there but it wasn’t as noticeable until my dog died. I know it sounds silly but my dog dyeing was the trigger to my journey with depression. I have had a lot of horrible things happen to me in my life. My biological mother abandoned me and so did my father. I then enter the foster care system where a women who was planning on adopting me left with a man with a criminal background who i was not suppose to be in contact with. I was molested multiple times in a short period of time. Ive been to therapy five times and it helps at first but then it stops. I go back to my old ways of cutting and having suicidal thoughts. During my darkest moments I think about how it would affect my family and friends if i did that to myself. Would they blame themselves? I guess you could say thats what stops me from going further. My family and friends are the light in my darkest moments. Especially my foster mom. She is my hero. One of the strongest women i know. I hope one day i become a women like her. She has taught me that many people out there are struggling with the very same thing and that I’m not alone. Thats partly why i decided to write and share publicly my journey and to let people know they are never alone. There are people in the world who do understand what your going through. Don’t be ashamed reach out to one another. And then we can all become each others heroes.