I think everyone gets depressed sometimes. I think the most important thing is to remember that that's okay. Sometimes it fels good to lay in bed and listen to sad music and write, or even cry. But it's also JUST as important, to get out of bed after an hour and to go for a walk, or do something that makes us feel better.

im a teenager in my second year of high school.
i do get depressed a lot. im a cutter and i try not to do it as much as i did ago. im not here just to get attention i just needed to get things out. and i wonder if im really depressed or am i normal. last year i missed 3 months of school due to constant headaches and i decided it was time for me to "swich" parents. my mom just gave me more and more pills and reminded me everyday that i was "handicaped" which i wasn't i was just in horable pain. i moved to live with my dad in a town 3 hours away from my mother. it is small and very cliquely and if just seems like im all alone. i do have a boyfriend but sometimes i just upset because im afraid he is going to leave me for a prettier girl and im afraid he is sick of me being sad all the time. my headaches are better but im afraid that im just getting sader and sader. ive thought about dieing but the thought of what my dad and grandparents would go though would be imposible to do to them. i have the "perfect" cousin that i always seem to think i have to try to be as good. she is a blonde hair pretty popular girl and im the girl stuck with no friends at school. my boyfriend just gets mad at me whenever i talk to him about.. he saids that all of his friends are cool with me and that im just stupid for saying i dont have any friends. but really i dont feel like i have friends of my own. someone to talk to or to even each lunch with. i feel like im an outsider. im afraid to talk to people there only thinking im going to do somthing stupid or say something wrong, also when someone does say somthing negitive about me or says im weird or says somthing that i did wrong or offencive i think about it all day pretty much till i cant concentrate and i get sick. every time i try to join somthing at this school eather my perfect cousin is doing it ( i hate being compaired to her) or im not allowed to join or i dont make it. i tried joining another schools swim team because that is what i did at my old school and i had the best of friends there, but the state i live in wont let me due to the fact i didn't turn my paper work in on time. then i tried out for a play since i did a lot of plays when i was younger and i had decent singing roles but i guess i wasn't popular enough to join. the only thing that i look forward to durring the day is art. it is one thing im decent at and it just seems more relaxing and it feels like i fit in a little more there... but everyday i dread going to school out of fear that my boyfriend will flirt with other girls and find out that he likes them. or of fear of being alone.
i miss being young.

Hey Everyone!
I would like to share with everyone a project that we have started!

It is called "The Hands Kit -- Connected by Love."

It started when my boss and friend, Nancy Noyes', brother John was diagnosed with B-Cell Lymphoma. Her siblings and her were having a rough time, as no one was a match for bone marrow transplant. Nancy, who is an art consultant, has always believed in Constructive Healing: Fire, Earth, Metal, Water, and Wood.

She made an art in healing project "The Hands Kit" based off of this idea.

As her brother was fighting cancer, it was hard for all of the siblings to be there at once. Nancy had each sibling and her parents identify themselves as one of natures elements, and then trace their hands on handmade paper in the color of each element. The hands were then placed in a circle where:

Metal holds Water
Water feeds Wood
Wood fuels Fire
Fire enriches Earth
Earth Creates Metal

It turned out to be a really neat art project, AND ultimately it connected their entire family to John during his battle!

We now have made this project available as a Kit, with instructions on how to make the kit, meanings of the elements, the handmade paper, and a background sheet that has icons of each element placed in a circle.

I really am passionate about this project, and would love to have the youth of our country help me make this a project tbe recognized nationally as well as internationally.

It can be used for support groups, non-profits, new babies, weddings, deaths, team building, fundraising, and so much more!

If you have personally experienced tragedy, are depressed, or know of a friend who has/is; please consider trying The Hands Kit. It is a fun project that you can use to describe how you are feeling, and connect with those around you!!

Please check out my website www.constructivehealing.com

I would love to hear feedback and know of some projects, causes, and organizations that you guys are involved with! Maybe we can become strategic partners!!

I would love to hear YOUR STORY if you do a Hands Kit and feature it in my monthly newsletter!

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Thank you for posting that, about what drives you. For some reason, I'm really passionate about the prevention of teen suicide, I think it's so sad that people don't realize that. Seriously, everyone has to have at least one person that would miss them if they threw in the towel. And it's not like you can come back to life, suicide is forever.
Anyway, it was nice to actually hear someone who thought about commiting suicide to say that. And that's cool how you came to that realization and overcame your depression.

Im here. And im sorry for what you've been through.

<3

IS ANYONE OUT THERE? Or am I just talking to myself?

I'll start. I have been depressed before. My brother went away to U of M for two months after he died and they saved him there (he hemorhaged due to a nicked artery in a tonsillectomy). My mom was gone all the time, and I had just lost my best friend. When I went to visit him in the ICU, he was stuck with all types of wires, monitors beeping all over. He couldn't move, couldn't talk, couldn't even open his eyes. I went into serious depression and tried to hide it from my mom. I cried in the night and never hung out with anyone. I thought about killing myself, and other terrible things like that. The only reason I didn't was because I knew my mom didn't need it at that time. My mom has relied on me alot, and I take pride in never letting her down. I eventually worked through it, but I never stopped thinking about death, every now and then, it pops into my head, and I feel myself slipping, and it hurts, but its bittersweet. I want to just be able to lay down and sleep forever. But my mom wouldn't be able to go on without me and that keeps me going. I am a babysitter, a housekeeper, a friend, an entertainer, a cook, and a support group for my whole family. So, you have to find that one thing to keep you going, whatever it is.