blackbeltbek
I was 12 years old, sitting in the hospital room, waiting for results to see if I was depressed or not with my twin brother, Brady, and my mother.
The results were positive.
When we found out, we never really spoke of it. I mean, it wasn't anything to be suicidal of. And after my dad mysteriously left after Brady's and my 14th birthday, though my depression worsened, it was still never spoken of.
So I just never considered mentioning it to anyone. Nobody ever asked.
That was my mistake.