The main cause of my depression was the fact that I am seventeen years old and had almost no social life. I always felt like the oddball. Was I too ugly to be accepted? Were people scared to be around me because of my past or for so many medical problems? I didn't know. All I knew was that I felt alone. No one could understand how I always felt and no one could accept it if they did know. I felt like giving up many times but the thought of my family, and how hard it would be to explain to my younger siblings that I gave up on life is what kept me going. Then meeting him fixed all of this. I didn't feel alone anymore, or rejected, hated, and unwanted. He made me happy again. He saved me.
