I used to have a perfect life. I had all the friends in the world and everyone loved me. I started getting a lot of concussions around 9th grade. No big deal right? Well, I never got treated for them and they all happened together and a short period of time. I just thought all my problems would go away. They didn’t, and I didn’t know what was going on with me so I tried to run away from my problems. I was depressed all of a sudden. Extremely. I thought it was just because my parents were getting a divorce, but I didn’t know. I started smoking pot, going down the wrong path, hanging out with the wrong people. Acting different and in turn I was never the same man again. Long story short, I got my life together but my depression still weighed on me everyday. From waking up and staring at the ceiling for an hour, not wanting to wake up and go deal with the world. I felt like I didn’t belong. I’m not the same anymore, I tried to take my life one night. I regret that every second of every hour of everyday. I LOVE MY LIFE and this mental illness pushed me to my limit. Once I had gotten help from a doctor and on anti depressants my life started to change. For the better but slowly, it’s still a struggle and you have to keep fighting! Never give up, never! My story is here today to stop people from holding on to pain so long to themselves and to tell someone before you can’t! Don’t wait and make the same mistakes I did for 2 years!!! Just say help.