Depression, Everyone heres that and everyone thinks that you are contagious like the plague. Well lucky scientists figured out that depression isn’t contagious to anyone. So don’t worry you wont catch it from someone for being depressed. During High school every kid has their issues to deal with. For me I thought that mine were drowning me I had a full time job that didn’t pay me enough for the 75 plus hours that I worked, a boyfriend that never appreciated anything that I did for him, a family who wanted me to do things their way all the time instead of letting me express myself.

I was a regular kid but I had a lot going on for me for those years oh my did I have a lot going on in my life and in my head. I was sad but I played it off pretty well when I was around my friends and at work. School I never really talked to anyone until after class or during lunch. After school I went to work and didn’t get home from work till around 7 am when I was taking a quick shower changing out of my manager uniform and getting breakfast in me before turning around and doing it all over again.

I was sad that I never could go and to the whole girls day out or hang out with the lousy boyfriend that I was oh so fond of at the time. He treated me like dirt burned me with cigarettes and I was afraid to tell anyone because I didn’t want anyone to know that I was a victim. In my family we never admitted that we were victims of anything we owned up for our mistakes and this was one of them that I was afraid to ask for help with.

Eventually, I did leave the lousy boyfriend after I found him in bed with my best friend at the time. It was at this time when we were getting evicted from our home because our house was on two properties and we didn’t know that we had to supply the other owner who had just been released from prison a total of a quarter of a million dollars or vacate. We sold our house within a month became homeless the week of the people moving the trailer house that we had lived in for almost ten years. I moved in with some friends for a while before my dad got a place in Billings, I had to transfer schools then in order to finish school at the right time. I had tried several times to overdose on a massive amount of tylenol in which I am highly allergic to but to my dismay at the time I didn’t get it right I was still here and still sad and lonely. My family seemed to be falling apart. My mom was getting beat up and was in and out of the hospitals. My sister, Abigail, was getting into meth and started getting in too far over head and I had always came to her rescue and trust me it cost me a lot of money to save her sorry butt from time and time again. She ended up being eight months pregnant and had killed the baby she was carrying I paid for her baby to be born dead…I was mortified and I slashed my leg on the artery and my friend Justin came to my rescue he bandaged me up and held me all night while I cried and Cried. He told me that He loved me more than a friend that night and I never said anything to him I just stared and kept crying. He held me all night till I fell asleep in the morning he made sure that I had a big breakfast and that I didn’t walk to much. I didn’t go anywhere without him for many days since I was scared to be alone. Him and I went to school everyday together he was there for me in class and outside of class. I hid my slash a lot better than what I thought I did but it was still their it reminded me every second of each day that I had tried to take the cowards way out to a situation that was not my own and that could be fixed in a more rational way. Justin moved away once my leg was healed and a month later he was murdered. My world seemed like it had come to a stand still I had just talked to him I had just seen him was there something I could have said to have made him stay??? I kept asking myself these things but the anwers never came. I foragve myself for messing up all those times and I accepted a lot of things about myself and things that I could improve on and things that I couldn’t do anything about. I suppose he was my inspiration to keep fighting my depression and be a better me than I thought I could have