When I lost a grandmother that I was extermely close to in sixth grade, it pushed me overboard. I might have gotten depression from losing her. For almost five years, I had locked up my emotions. I hid behind fake smiles, fake laughs, and became distant from my friends and family.

When I started my second trimester of my first year of high school, I met someone who understood what I went through everyday. He knew I was pretending to be happy as to not upset my friends.
One day, my media Production teacher made me upset. That day, I had a breakdown during class. My friend had noticed. He conforted me as best as he could. He broke down wall that I had built around my heart. That day, my feelings had overwelmed me and I started to cry. I tried to stay as quiet as possible as to not disturb the others that were working. That day, as I cried, I had told my friend everything that caused me pain. Since that day, he has helped me heal myself even if it is a little bit each day.

Because of him, I can somewhat show my true feelings that I had locked up. He became not only my friend, but my savior as well. He saved me from the deep, dark pit known as depression and from hurting myself in anyway. He also taught me what love is. Because of him, I became who I am today even through I sometimes hide behind fake smiles and fake laughs to reassure my friends that nothing is wrong with me even through I still sometimes suffer from depression(Among other things, which I have to take medication for and hate to).

I hope that those of you who see my profile find a way to ease your pain. I also hope that you to find someone who can help you with the problems that you face everyday. Trust me, I know. Because of my friend, I have found and still finding other ways to ease my pain and to help me control my depression. Some of the ways that help me control my depression is writing stories, poetry, and quotes. I also sometimes draw to help me, even if it helps only a little bit.