I am depressed all the time because I was molested for 7 years as a child by my Daddy. I hate talking about it and therefore I don't and I use my trauma as a security blanket. I know I have to let go, but I can't. I don't know weather it is because I don't want to, or if it is because I'm too scared. For the past 17 years, all I've known my life to be is hectic and chaotic. Maybe I'm scared of something new, like a life of happiness and tameness... I don't know... What do you guys think ??