∆ḇօve sօcⅈety · @WeAboveSociety
9th Jan 2013 from Twitlonger
I've suffered through depression since I was 16. That's the age I was clinically diagnosed with depression. I never really heard or knew about depression. I knew what I was feeling but I didn't know what it fully was. One day after school I went on the computer and looked up depression and the symptoms. I was lost for words for what I saw. Just about every symptom I saw, I had. From weeks on I just dealt with this pain and the confusion that was giving to me. I was sad for no reason, anger built inside of me and my emotions were amplified. All the things I loved were having no interest to me. It was a dark night I went into the kitchen and started to cut. That was the first time I had cut. A month or two pass and it's December. It's another night of pain. I think about stabbing myself in the stomach. I cry. I hurt. My mind is racing with thoughts. I tell my parents about all I might've done. They drive me to a treatment center. I stayed from a Wednesday night to a Monday afternoon. The people I met I will never forget. They were just like me. A bunch of regular normal kids with some fixing up. We weren't freaks. We we're still human. Those short days I was there I was with family, I felt at home. I really did. So that's the beginning of my story. The middle consist of taking anti depressants. Self harm still happening. Losing friends. Having hope but feeling hopeless. Due to a strong base of friends that never gave up on me but loved me when I didn't love myself. I survived and I have them to thank. They were there during those nights I just wanted to kill myself. Now it's been a few years since I was first diagnosed. And the pain still burns inside of me. My struggles are everyday. Yes I have good day but I have bad days where enough is enough, but I fight out those demons. During that time I made friends with people who had depression, eating disorder and just anyone hurting. Just hearing their stories hit me. Cause I know how pain feels and I never want someone to feel alone and hurt. I want to help people. Helping people helps me. But that's not the point here. The point is... Is that there's more broken people than there has ever been and not much is being done about it. I want to start a change. I want people to come together. Change lives. Better lives. AND save lives. So I made Above Society on twitter. It's a way I can interact with ones who might be hurting and I can give them the words to make them feel better and I want to bring people together. This is my story. A story I believe people can relate to and hopefully be inspired hearing it. People need people.