Depression - Teen Support Group

i think i was 8 or 9 and it was the first time i was extremely depressed. my mom had hit me that day and my dad was yelling at me for nothing and he almost broke my nose. i was so overwhelmed, more than i ever had before.

no i dont think i can remember, which i guess is good... although i do remember the first time i self harmed, i guess that would of been the start of my depression im guessing.
but all the years seem a blur to me, i cant remember much.

hmm i was about 10 i think... i have flashes of it from the first time i moved countries and found out i couldnt go back home

oh my god i can remember the moment it hit me. i was walking through the school halls alone to class in 8th grade, and i just thought, "i want to die" for the first time genuinly in my whole life.

it was prolly b4 this but the least recent one i can absolutely remember was right b4 i told my mom i was molested i remember even a day after having told her that i layed down on my bedroom floor and just sobbed, i did that for about a month and no one even noticed, that was aleast 6 years ago
now my mom has forgotten what i told her and its "my little secret" once againg

i cant really remember the first time i was depressed, but like RawrrDino i remember the first time i cut. it was like. grade 8. and people were making fun of me. for being ugly.

i dont fully remember but my dad is a big alchoholic and ive always been really uncomfortable with myself.. probably at 6 or 7... i was in first grade and one of my class mates grabbed my stomach and arms and called me the fattest thing ever and since then ive had body issues...ive stuggled with my eating dissorder for about 3 years now...

I was 17 and my parents found out i had slept with my boyfriend and my mom told me i was not the daughter she wanted and i wasn't allowed to see the guy i thought i loved, so he slept with somebody else.

I don't remember when I realized I was depressed, but I do remember the first time it became a problem. I was 10 and I was sitting in my room on my bed. My sister and I shared a room back then and she had friends over. One of her friends that I really didn't like would stop touching my bed so I hit her in the head with a book. That night my mom told me I had to get a therapist. I'll never forget that moment, I felt like I was a disgrace to my whole family :(

When I first entered middle school. It went down from there.