Do you know what it's really like to live depressed? Hi, my name is Skylar Primm and this is my life. Currently, I am going into 10th grade, I would say I have been severely depressed since I was in 6th grade. The first time I realized I was severely depressed for more than just the fact that my boyfriend had broken up with me was the night he had broken up with me. That night was bad, that was the first night I cut myself. At the time I was cutting myself I was thinking that it was my fault he broke up with me, that it was my fault bad things happen, and then the thought that came next was, it was my fault my parents didn't want me, and then next was, it was my fault my grandmother was addicted to popping pills. Around ages 7-10 my grandmother used to pop prescribed pills and could not function properly and sometimes, at all. She would pick me up from school and hit curbs and drive way too slow. If you looked at her, you could tell she was high. Sometimes she couldn't walk and I would have to help her because otherwise she would collapse. One time, she was coming to wake me up and fell and hit her face on a wooden side table and gave herself two black eyes and a swollen nose. I honestly hated her through those years and still do now. She was the building blocks to my screwed up life! Although, she doesn't pop pills anymore and that's because she got caught at work an got fired and sobered up after that. I thank God that she's sober but I can't help but still hate her, three years of my childhood was ruined and it caused me to grow up too fast. When I was 10 years old, I could make decisions and negotiate like I was 18 years old. It's funny to think of this now because through those three years, I never cut but I was always super depressed, behind the scenes of course. After those three years were over, I was going into Middle School and a whole new life style was about to begin. At the beginning of 6th grade I had a bunch of friends from Elementary School and things looked like they would be alright, until that one day. Back when I was in 6th grade, everyone had old iPhones or iPods and the coolest thing was an app that would make fake text messages look real. Well, I became the victim of that "lovely" app. A rumor started about me having sex with a guy that I had a crush on. This rumor started because I turned down a guy because I didn't have feelings for him. Let me just tell you, this isn't the first time I was harassed, when I was in second or third grade, this one boy just had the absolute hot's for me and couldn't get it across his mind that I did not like him one bit! He used to whisper erotic things in my ear. I'm not going to go into detail but I have no idea where a 7-10 year old could learn such things. Anyways, I told the principal what he had said to me and she straightened him out and that was kind of that. Now, back to that rumor, it basically ruined my reputation and everyone started calling me a slut and stuff and a lot of my friends became my enemies. It lasted the majority of my 6th grade year, until I met him!
