Hi, I'm new here and for the past almost about six years I've been secretly looking for help to my depression. I've been dealing with depression for as long as I know, and it came very clear to me about 5-6 yrs ago. Let's just say I have a lot of history with suicidal thoughts that I've been battling eversince I was 10, that was the year when I attempted my first suicide, but somehow I stopped myself. Eversince then life was like a rollercoaser.
I'm 19 now, and all these years I've been waiting for the sun to rise back in my days. I'm not really sure how to tell my story. Maybe to make things short, about six years ago, my dad tricked me to move to the state. Things havent been well eversince then, not just between my dad and me, but my perception about people changed. It wasn't 100% because of what my dad did to me, but my eyes seemed to be open on how dark this world is. I got scared of people sometime because they really can hurt someone that's closest to them, or not care about hurting someone that they don't even really know. From time to time I cannot seem to be able to escape from the past that kept haunting me: the voices of my friends from where I came from, the dark incidents that ever happened, the trust, the abandonement feeling, and things like that. I'm still not able to move on from the past, and life in the present keep getting harder. These past six years, I've been looking for help without telling my parents. I've talked to a lot of my friends and my cousin about my depression, I've called the 1800-suicide line once before, and finally when I got into college, I got a professional counseling that last for a quarter of the yr, and took a supplement called SAME. I told my mom about my depression once, but I felt that I made her upset, and I felt like I wasn't being understood.
Now, these past winter quarter had been another difficult time for me. My great uncle passed away on Christmas day, during the quarter my grandma was dying, one friend at school passed away while he was playing basketball, and another friend passed away because of malaria. On top of that, I kept going on and on with my school and work. I thought if I can get myself going, this depression would flee from me. I'm hoping that I can get through it again. From one stress to