Naruto crossover part 2

I'm sorry/filler?

Please read this before going to the partial chapter below.

I'm sorry, I don't think I can properly express how bad I actually feel for this.

I thank anyone who is still here from the beginning you are truly a godsend.

I'm not saying excuses but in reality that is what it feels like.

Truthfully... I have depression, I have since I was 13 years old and now I'm nineteen almost twenty.

When I was 14 years I attempted suicide but I just couldn't do it in the end. I thought I was getting better because things seemed to be going great.

But then I got older the reality of what I nearly did turned to guilt, and that weighed down on me greatly.

How could I even think of doing that to my family?

I asked myself the same question for years.

My depression killed many activities I used to take much joy and pride in.

Spending time with friends, martial arts, my passion for writing. (No matter how bad)

Sadly the book that apparently many people came to enjoy no longer made me feel happy.

I was dropping many things from my life. Isolating myself to an unhealthy level.

Sometimes, even to this day, I struggle to find a good solid reason keep living.

Soon my sole purpose became simply to survive, to keep going and it has been hell, to put it lightly.

All my energy was used to put up a front, every one though I was happy and living life to the fullest.

I was drained, sometimes to the point where I couldn't go to work.

One major contributor was my family.

In the beginning they either denied that I had a problem, or they pushed dealing with the "issue" to someone else.

They try to show support now, especially after I've gotten professional help, and an educated professional offically stated that I had

"Distress Intolerance"

It sounds fancy, more believable, more socially acceptable then the great big ugly word that they still can't say.

They told me not to tell anyone, my mother seems to be under the impression that people claim they have depression just so they can get attention,

I felt like I was stabbed in the chest.

My sister, the person whom I trusted the most in the world, who I could tell every secret to.

Flat out denied it, said that I couldn't diognose myself with a mental disorder or I would start showing the symptoms.

It was then I truly believed I was alone with this, I knew other people had problems like this, that I wasn't the only one.

But I didn't know where to go for help, I didn't even consider telling my friends till many years of silence.

And why would I believe people I normally trust and feel closer to can help?

My own family reacted badly, so how would someone I've only known for a short while be better.

I went to counsilling over several months, but after the first few meetings and a good number of ugly bawling sessions.

I was labeled with the inability to handle negative emotions well.