i was 3 when my brother died. i was also 3 when the abuse began. i was 7 when i wanted to die and wondered if anyone would notice. i was 8 when i was diagnosed with depression. im currently 11 now and im still getting abused. i cant reach out for help because i would get in trouble, yk? haha. anyways, everyday i feel like im drowning and i cant get out. nobodys there, like yk, to save me? help me get through my depression? but anyways, theres more to the story.. i just dont really want to put it all out there, but whoever has depression, know you arent alone.