I started to be depressed when I was 12, I didn't have easy life and I don't think anyone has. It started when I ended up the hospital for the first time due to a suicide attempt, I took almost over 100 pills. I was rushed to the ER to get my stomach pumped out and I seen my step mom there. I didn't love her cause she always treated me and my 2 brothers differently. She made our life's a living hell by starving us... I weighed 80.5 pounds. I was then in the hospital for a week or more ..after I got out it wasn't even three weeks I was back in again this time for cutting.. I was trying to reach out for my father who worked out west to help me. I needed help. Just when I didn't think things could get worse my dad broke up with his gf when he flied home to see us then he told me we move out west with him. We did have alot of money so we sold all his tools in his barn to get the money we need to drive there. The drive was 4 days long with me getting car sick. Ince we got there we lived at my dad's friends house for a little while me and brothers slept on couch's n my dad had his room.. Then we moved to a bigger place for not even a month cuz we couldn't afford it... We moved again into a basement which was really smile my brothers slept in the living room which was connected to the kitchen me and my dad had our own room. There was alot of days then we had to go to the food bank cause we didn't have enough money for food and we could barely pay our rent some days we would only have flour and water. I got worse out west I would yell and slam my bed room door in my dad's face. I didn't like it there at all. Then we met Canadce my dad's fanicé she helped us out so much and when my dad lost his job she took us in but that ment we had to move again 3 hours south to a métis reservation. I got bullied alot at school and no liked me expect my friend jennfier she stood by side. rumors were passed around about and then I started really getting into cutting bad. I told my dad I was and he didn't believe me. It got really bad to the point I was cutting daily, my dad took me to the hospital which I stayed at for 3 days then he took me back home. I couldn't wait to get out of that school. And one day it came Tru my dad found another job then we moved back with Candace still helping us with food and the bills.. we found an apartment next to hers. and moved all of our stuff there. We would visit the reservation often on weekends then I ran into trouble by my step brother. He would always try and touch me when I didn't want him to then got what he wanted after the 3 try. I didn't tell anyone cuz I was so scared.. When we back to our place after the visit on the reservation. we added a new family member which was a chow chow dog named China. She was so adorable and made me happy but me and dad didn't see eye to eye anymore we would just agrue all the time because I wanted to go back to my real home where I was born and raised. When I just had enough of it(I was still cutting) I left to go to a group home called stepping Stones. I told them what was going on and they agreed to take me in. I only packed little clothing from my father's place. So they supplied me with more colthing and supply's. They tried to get me to talk to my dad but I would. I was mad at him for not listening to me. I couldn't even talk to him about anything really. I wanted to get to know my real mom also I didn't see her in 13 years so a total stranger to me now. I found her on messenger and started to talk about what was going on. And she wanted to get custody of me. Child services payed for her ticket there and our ticket back. I also got worse in the group by smoking weed and ciggs,drinking doing pills, cocaine,crystal meth I was 15 at this time all of this was in span of 2-3 years.i was in the hospital when my mom found me I had to much to drink and smoke and had a seziure which sent me rushing to the hospital...I got the ok to leave with my mom I didn't even know. Me and my mom started to talk about different things and I was happy she listened to me. The flight home was horrible. I don't like heights at all. When we finally landed with my bags and her bag I met my step dad who was nice to me and welcomed me back home. it felt great to be back home where I always belonged... I went from cutting daily to one cutting 3 times since August. me and my mom got to know each other and her side of family. I don't talk to one of my brothers anymore, I talk to my dad once an while.... Im happy rn.. things get better in time thank for reading...for all of those who r going through depression be strong