i feel like I’m just in a tough situation. Obviously, I’m going through depression; however, I feel like I’m getting better and better each day. When I first had it, I was in the darkest of the dark. Everything wasn’t going right for me and thoughts began to occur in my head. I had suicidal thoughts, but at the same time I was afraid of getting hurt. I had images of cutting myself, but then I felt ashamed because I knew I was supposed to feel fortunate to have things, and that I was better than that. I never want to be the girl that always wears long sleeve shirts just to hide her scars. I never want to do that and I had plenty of reasons why I shouldn’t.