Depression is the common cold of mental disorders, most people will be affected by depression in their lives, directly or indirectly. It's the story of a 6 month old baby who grows up without a father figure in his life and who grows up without wanting to be in this world anymore. But then he realizes that he's not worth it and that there's no need to be sad all the time. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on “Why Violent Video Games Should Not Be Banned”? Get the original essay When I was about six months old when my father left me, he was in and out for almost two years. He and my mother got married when I was 3 just before my mother had my little brother. When my mother had my little brother, my father was there, but about a year later he left. He went to a rodeo and didn't come home. My mother found out he was cheating on her so they split up but he was still allowed to see my brother and me. He came in and out of our lives so my mom was fed up with it so she had a long talk with him. He had stopped showing up, my brother was too little to know what was happening or understand what had happened, but I was heartbroken because I had him wrapped around my finger. I was sad but my mother never thought about it, she just thought I would get through it. When I was 12, my mother had me tested for depression and sure enough, my results came back positive. I had to see a counselor to try to get over my father. I used 3 counselors and I didn't want to open up to them because every time I get closer to someone or open up to someone, they always end up leaving so I don't haven't really told anyone how I feel. One of my counselors gave me a coping skill that required me to journal about my feelings and everything else. I always stayed in my room and wrote and wrote. When I was 13 all my friends started talking about how their dads took them and did stuff with them, I couldn't take it anymore, I was tired of being hurt and not being able to talk about my father because I knew nothing about him. I came home that day and I went to the bathroom with a razor and I broke it where I took the blade out, and I just started cutting, and then I was hiding my cuts with some makeup. I cut for about a month straight and had no more room to cut, so I was waiting for them to heal and start cutting again. My mother found out I was cutting, she took all the sharp objects out of my room but I hid my razor blade. I told my mother I would come see her if I ever felt the need to cut myself. But I never went to see her, so I waited about 2 months and started again. My mother finally called a place so I could get help. She had me go to Vantage Point, I stayed there for 14 days, I really missed my family and all I prayed for was that God would let me go home sooner than expected. I came home and apologized for everything and for my stupidity. I quickly realized that it wasn't my fault that my father left, it was his fault that he left me. Then I just stopped caring about him and whether he saw me or not was because he was down on his luck. I was 14 when I realized that cutting myself didn't help me, it only hurt me and everyone around me. I also realized that this would get me nowhere in life. I stopped caring whether my father saw me or not. I was at the point where I was losing all hope in him. I knew it wasn't my fault he had me.