My name is Kelly and I am seventeen years old and a senior in high school. I have been told by a "crazy" psychologist that I have sever depression, though I have no idea when I first started being depressed. I can barely remember my childhood, and what I can remember isn't normally happy. From what I can remember, I have always tried to hide all my feelings (except happiness) from my family and friends, especially my father.
I started huring myself when I was a little kid, just little things when i relized it caused pain, though at the time I didn't relize why I liked it. I started cutting myself around my sophmore year, though I haven't recently, because I can't risk it since my parents found out. I think about cutting myself every day, along with killing myself, and how much better it would be if I was just dead.
I have trust issues, loniness, and I am quite shy. My father tried sending me to a psycologist when he found out, since he was afraid of being arrested if he did nothing. The first one my parents sent me to was a cold person who treated the person like a broken toy. After I refused to go back, they sent me to another person, and when I refused to talk to her, she told my parents that she didn't want to make me come since I didn't want to. Thankfully since then my parents have acted like nothing was ever wrong, though I do want something to make the depression stop, or at least lessen.
