I have not yet had a chance to read many stories on this site just yet, but thought first I would like to explain a little about my depression for the first time. Ever since I was a child I would hide away somewhere and cry and cry and not know why, nor would I tell anyone, even my parents, when I was 11 I came very close to drinking from a bottle of javex to end my life, as long as I can remember I have gotten in these moods where I do not see any reason to live, as I begin getting older it became a stronger need and harder to think of a reason not to do it, when I was 22 I swallowed a bottle of pills and wrote a letter to my family, the pills only ended up knocking me out for half the day, when I am in these moods it take every bit of will power to stop myself from going through with but then after wards I feel stupid for even thinking about it, I am now 24 years old and I am still fighting and fighting alone, I have never told anyone of my problem not even my current boyfriend whome I live with, I cry all the time and I thought this will be my first step to letting it out and asking for help. I look forward to (because of my long history with it) trying to help others, and receiving advice. Thank You for listing.
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