Thanks for the hug. I just realized there is another reason I don't want to call my doc. I hate the thought of going to therapy and having to talk with someone about my depression. Don't like those kind of people. Don' trust them.

Back in 4th grade i got into trouble for sending hate mail to a classmate. When i was asked about the letter I told the truth. Did anyone believe me? No. The school officials believed him and the others. You see they all came from nice 2 parent homes and i from a single parent home. So a child like me from a broken home wasn't capable of being honest. I was a bad egg, nothing but trouble.

So the best way to fix the bad child was to send her to counseling each week. I could talk about anything i wanted except being harassed and molested by my classmates. They had also taken away my ability to fight back. See anything i did to them was further proof i was a bad child.