Dear Depression,

One Day,you made me feel so so bad that I felt like dying just from my thoughts.
To make that even worse,it was in the middle of school.
After school I wouldn't walk home for hours.
On the street I met one of my last human friends.
We talked and talked and I felt better by every word he said.
I showed him the wounds on my arms and he starting crying and I cried with him.
We hugged and cried for what almost felt like forever.
We called my father and he waited with me until he picked me up.
Now was the time I should talk to him.
I didn't feel comfortable with that idea but I had to,there was no other chance for me.
We talked for hours just like 'D' and I did.
And we also cried but he listend to me so carefully,that for once I felt loved and cared for.
He decided to put me in a clinic and I felt hope blossoming in the dark

Sincerely,

Tamara