I Remember.

Please don't any of you get mad at me being on here, since I'm so young and a lot of you might have had worse experiences. It did still qualify for depression though, because it lasted about 5 months or so, and with small, very short spots of superficial happiness only rarely. I had lost faith in God, love, humanity, my family, everyone, myself, and absolutely everything that one can have faith in. I didn't overcome my depression, God overcame my depression. I'm happier now and my life has purpose. I have gained back all that I had lost and more. Please don't kill me for saying this, but in my experience, it made me a better person in every way, to go through it and make it out. I'm thankful for it even. Like a ball, when I hit the bottom the only thing to do was go up. I sat there at the bottom for a long time, but I climbed out with a great deal of scrapes and scratches. My heart was broken, and it was glued back together. I still have the scar, and I hope I never forget what I went through. I've seen the bottom and I know how I got there. I'll make sure I don't ever go down there again... I'll make sure with all the power I have in me. I will fight with all of my might if it tries to get me again. I won't go down again. I can't.