Ever since i was little, i was depressed. I grew up in a broken family, my mom is suicidal and my dad is an alcoholic. My hero was my big brother, straight A student, currently attending collage, has a great job, he had it all. He was basically my father figure while growing up because my dad was never around. I started cutting myself when i was in 6th grade. At first, they were just small cuts that barley bled. I wouldn't show anyone, and nobody ever found out. by the time i got to 8th grade, the cuts got deeper and i had scars all along my arms and wrists. I had contemplated suicide several times, and attempted a couple times. I moved after 8th grade and i decided i wanted to start over. I quit cutting and i started trying to do things that made me happy. I found that i love music, reading, and writing. But as high school drew closer, and me having no friends, i started getting stressed. I was teased at school a lot because of the way i dressed. I began cutting again, but this time i cut much much deeper. I slowly fell back into depression to the point of trying to commit suicide again. I would have succeeded, but my friend found me and stopped me before i bled to death. I told her i would be fine, even though it was a lie. Through my years in school, i never talked to people about my emotions. I bottled everything up until i broke down and cut myself again. That was when i couldn't take enough and that i needed help. I told my mom that i was very depressed and needed to see a doctor. She made an appointment and i got sleeping pills for my insomnia and antidepressants for my depression. That was when things started looking up. I had made a very close friend and i told him everything. He helped me through a lot, and i can't thank him enough. I then was confident enough to try to find a boyfriend. Little did i know someone had been wanting me for years. That was when i met the love of my life, Cody. He and i are still together, and plan to be together forever. I have helped him with his addiction to drugs, and he has helped me with my urges to cut. When we first started dating, i was very insecure because i hated my body and everything about me. As time went on he convinced me that i am beautiful and loved. I now feel amazing in my own skin and i don't worry about the negative things people say about me. Life is finally looking up for me and i've never been happier. Now here's the thing i should have mentioned in the begining. I'm only 17, gunna be 18 in december. Although i'm just a kid, i feel like i've lived an eventful life. I was able to get over my suicidal thoughts and get help for my depression. I've found love and happiness and my family is getting alone once agian. I can't wait to grow up so i can help other people like they've helped me. They just need to know that hope is out there, all they have to do is find it.