my story
i was in 10th grade when my granpa died. that summe ri had not been the best person to him, he went back down to florida and had a heart attack. he survived that only to die of sepis a few weeks later. i blamed myself for it and i got very depressed. i tried to kill myself a few times. thigns were going better, but then my friends and an ex boyfriend of mine started to treat me bad. i started to get more depressed but thanks to a friend i am on my way up. i still get down when things get rough and lately with ym cousin i've found myself bottleing things up. i dunno if it is b/c i am getting depressed again or if i am just scared to tell people how i feel for fear of them worrying.