Depression?

And so it starts

I've been doing it about 10 cuts a night and no one found out. It's been about 5 months I've done it until my family friend came and saw them, she told my mom and my mom freaked out. She cried and cried and took my to the hospital. At that time I wasn't ready to talk, my best friend at the time came with me. I got really self conscious and cried the whole time I was there. I had enough of doctors and my mom so I locked myself in the bathroom. The doctor gave up on my and sent me home at around 4 am. From hen on my mom tried to get it out if me. She brought me to therapists, doctors, and other specialists. I never opened up because I was scared they would give up on me too. Me and that friend got in a big fight and now we still don't talk, she was there for me and I loved her for that. I cut for about 2 years and they kept getting worse, nothing helped. She still tries to get it out of me this day but I never open up to anyone. They don't care they're just curious. I got better and the cuts would fade and I limited myself, I've gotten better but the suicidal thoughts still crept up on me all the time that I barely cut. All I thought of was suicide and cutting. What a horrible way to live. I haven't cut in 3 months now and I'm happy but I still have scars up my arm. I have friends that I talk to and that actually care about me. The thoughts still come up once in a while but it's been 5 years so a quarter of my life is gone but now I'm just focusing on the future! If anything happens I'll let u know!

~ although my story is personal and deep I wanted to share with you guys that u are never alone! I love each and everyone of you and you are all perfect in my eyes! Stay strong lovelys! <3 ~

~Mylissa