My dad started getting sick and the doctors didn't know what was wrong. I remember the day I told my mother. I was in 8th grade and it was spring time. I was about to leave the lunch room where she worked. I walked up to her and said I couldn't take the constant sadness. She pulled me out of classes that day and took me to a doctor. I went on and off for about 2 years then I hit rock bottom. I'm now on antidepressant. But the battle is so hard even with the medication.