I am thirteen. Depression is a disease and I definately think there were earlier signs of it in my life even though I was happy. When I was eleven I was diagnosed for anorexia. Since then I have made a fairly nice recovery, but this year I became really withdrawn. A few months back I started cutting myself, at first it felt good but now I feel like I am trappped in a haze of depression. I am trying to stop cutting because I know this is the real way to rehabilation. I generally cut because I feel like I need to make myself miserable. I also feel really guilty if I express my feelings. Not about depression exactly, but in school I hate it when I raise my hand. I am determined to be happy again and I am not going to give up until I get there