Depression: My story.

Depression: My story.

Hi. My name is Summer Adams and I'm here to tell you my story. Please leave no hate, it hurts more than you might think! Enjoy.

Chapter 1

Depression: My story.

by: Drizzi
Depression: My story.

I thought I was ugly.
I thought I was disgusting.
I thought I wasn't good enough to do anything.

And I still think those things to this day. It started at the age of 9 when my parents divorced and I was forced to move away from my friends and family, I would cry every night just wondering why did we have to do this? Why couldn't we stay?

Later at the age of 10 I got used to a new school, new friends, and new place. I started to try to talk myself out of hating myself. I knew I was lucky to live the life I did but I just couldn't do it. I still can't.

At the age of 11 I was very tiny, as I was my whole life. I have a fear of trying new foods, which makes me very thin, also part of why I dislike my appearance. Looking in the mirror every day, thinking "Why can't I be normal like the other kids?" Constantly, every day. I believed I wasn't pretty.

At the age of 12 I still suffered from thinking I was too skinny, but then It turned into thinking I was too fat. I thought about my tummy being fat, which I didn't like. I started skipping meals, only eating probably 1 small bowl of cereal or oat meal a day. Which was easy, because my mom would work from early in the morning until 5:00PM.

When I turned 13 I was very skinny, and I started to eat more. I still thought I wasn't good enough. I still cried some nights wondering why did it all have to bring me to where I am today? I started thinking "If God is even real, why did he make me hate myself?" And I started questioning if I believed In God. Which was stupid, because I may have my doubts and such but to this day I believe he is real. I'm going to explain no further.

Finally turning 14, I stopped thinking about myself and crying, deciding to focus on my school work and moving on. I don't think I'm ugly very often, and I rarely cry at night. I think good things about myself a lot but I still have those bad thoughts daily... I can't seem to control them.


Throughout these times I had suicidal thoughts and I daydreamed about leaving suicide notes, I didn't add this in any of the ages because honestly I have no clue where it came in. I hope you enjoyed my story. Feel free to leave yours below if you have one.



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