My name is Alysha Stewart. I'm 15 years young, I live in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. I suffer from clinical depression. When I found out, the doctor said I shouldn't be in school while i'm in this state. So my mother took me out about 2 months ago now. Nothing was specifically "wrong" I was just stuckk sad, And it barely ever went away.
I hardly had any friends here, they found it hard to deal with me I guess, because i'd always bury them in all my problems. Well, atleast i think thats why they left me.
I had had a boyfriend, though, but he broke up with me 2 months before I got told what's wrong, I'm not going to talk about him much though-i'd rather not remember. My therapist would always ask me if I think thats the reason I got into this hell hole of being in the hospital almost every weekend for "I hate this-" and "I wish" that.
Luckily, I haven't been there for 3 weekends, 1 more than usual, yay.
