I've been suffering with depression for almost a year now. I've been afraid to tell my parents, because I never thought they'd understand. But recently, I've had 2 nights in the past 2 months in which I almost killed myself, so I thought maybe now I should tell them.. And I did. I told my dad, knowing he's had some sort of depression as well. The conversation went alright.. It was cut slightly short, because my mom came home, and I didn't want him to see me cry.. I completed my first step of recovery. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet.. A part of me still wants to forget it all and just die. But I'm trying for my best friend. Thank you, SF. This site has really helped me Want to get better.. And now I'm on my way there.