I'm Still Here, It's Okay
After a long hard battle I kept to myself, I’m still here. My parents don’t know about most of it and I know that’s not usually the best way to handle things by keeping them inside, but it’s for the best.
I believe I suffer from severe depression and have for quite some time now, but I have not been formally diagnosed with anything. I’m 15 years old going into my Sophomore year in High School, and I’ve had suicidal thoughts since probably 7th grade. I started slitting my wrists in the summer of 2012 I believe, when my parents started having a lot more arguments that were usually unfair and ended with my dad storming out of the house or to bed for the rest of the evening and my mother perfectly fine, as if she had won. I thought the arguments were my fault because I wasn’t doing my job by keeping my siblings from fighting and breaking things. The arguments usually started because of them, but I’m the most responsible obviously so I knew it was always my job as peacekeeper. Didn’t work too well..