Intro.

Well, I guess I should write a bit about myself, huh? Here goes.
So, I was diagnosed with depression for the first time in 8th grade. That was also the first time I cut myself. They put me on pills and I got better for 2 years. Then stuff hit the fan again and I started cutting again and it was worse this time. Much worse. I was hospitalized. Like, in a ward for two weeks and they re-diagnosed me with severe depression and anxiety. I got new meds and things have been better until now. I started cutting again a few days ago and I don't know if I'll be able to stop this time. It's weird too cuz nothing bad is really happening besides school so...I'm confused as to what made me start again. I don't know. It might have something to do with the fact that I've been raped twice and haven't told anyone about either one of them. The first one, I was 9 and the last one I was 15. I don't even know how I'd approach anyone with that. What if they don't believe me? Oh well. I'll tell everyone eventually.
Well, that's pretty much all I have to say right now. Keep it easy, guys.
-Deven