I wasn't sure where else to put this, but since I've been struggling with depression and this post has to do with that, I thought I might as well put this thread here.

So, as some of you may know, I struggle with depression, anxiety, blahblahblah... A while ago, I told my dad about it, and that actually made things better for a while. Soon though, once school and relationships started to catch up with me, things got very suddenly worse. I cut myself a few times, thought about dying, and I hid this all from my parents, even from my dad, who knew I was struggling with some emotional stuff. After maybe a month or so, I had had enough. Not having anybody know was one of the worst parts of it. In the car, while I was with my mom, I told her....this is kind of how it went:

Mom: You seem a bit tense

Izzy: Um..yeah...I kinda want to tell you something.

M: OK...

I: I think that...I feel....I have issues with depression.

At that point, i was crying, mostly out of fear that she'd have bad reaction. It went pretty well, actually. We parked in the parking lot of Target, and talked about everything for maybe an hour or so. My dad knows about me telling her, and they're both working on finding me a T. So....there's that

One last thing....I have a boyfriend, whom I've known since the beginning of this year of school. He really was my only friend at the time because he was willing to talk to the awkward, sad looking girl at the back of the classroom. We never exactly "officially" proclaimed the fact that we were dating. After getting to know him, I've realized that dating him isn't really what I wanted. I still want to be friends with him, of course, but his view points on the world and his clinginess to me just makes dating him less attractive. I thought that I would talk to him about this today, but when I was hanging out with before the bell, and a few friends, he said something that kind of changed my mind. I was ranting about stores using Comic SANS. After i was finished he laughed, and said that that was awesome. I laughed too, seeing this as a compliment, of course. The bell rang, and he had to get to his class, which was across from mine. Quickly, as he got up, he said to me "I love you."
I didn't know if I should have felt absolutely flattered, or absolutely petrified. Maybe both. Anyway, i feel like if I talk to him about breaking up, but still being "just friends," he'll get angry with me and we wont even be able to be friends. I'm a terrible person if I break up with him....I really don't know what to do about all this crap...grr....

Anyway...These are just a few things I wanted to update you guys with... thanksss...