This is me.... I guess

Idk where to start... So I’m 2016 around Oct maybe Sept a 16 yr old crashed into me and my mother (he pretty much targeted us) he was going 40 mph (ikr I should be dead) so my mom blacked put to the point she wasn’t breathing for 5 mins. I was laying on the seats in the back feeling like shit. Medics came all that good stuff. A hospital in Abbeville LA took an X-ray and said I was a drama queen and gave me crutches and tried to get me out of bed. Half way put all you heard was a loud pop from my hip. They took a MRI or a Cat-scan (can’t remember) they figured out why had happened. The ball of my hip had bashed into the muscle that holds it into place and shuddered it then pulled away and came our of socket. You couldn’t tell from the outside like they have in movies lol. They transported me to Lafayette to do an emergency surgery to put a rod through my knee to stop the muscle spasms. They then took me to a children’s hospital in Baton Rouge where they did they did the surgery. It took a whole staff from Dallas and Houston TX to do the surgery. All of them predicted that either I would be paralyzed for life or I would need a cane to walk with forever. I sat in a recliner for about 2 months maybe a lil less. I went to church, physical therapy, and I had to do home schooling which sucked. I started walking WAY sooner than when I was supposed to which worried EVERYONE. Then in August 2017 the Great Flood of LA (as I think it is called) forced me and my family to a hotel where my mom became a figure in history (look her up on YouTube at Shannon Cooper and on Facebook there should be podcasts and other things of that sort) she helped millions in LA, GA, and SC from Irma, Great Flood, and Harvey and another natural disaster I think. She had calls from Ellen Degenrouse and Trump when he came in office. Obama was on vacation golfing so that’s why he didn’t do it. Sadly we never met any of those figures. I started to developing thoughts of me never being good enough and never being like my mom and so on. Soon those thoughts became a very silent depression. We moved to SC where I made friends and forgot everything. Not even a year later I moved to GA around the time Irma hit. During Irma I had hypothermia for the second time in my life. I went to a more hugely intelligent “middle” school (J.T. Reddick) they only have 6th grade) Nobody seems to like me, like their pushing me out of their lives without even trying to get to know me. So then the silent depression became a louder depression. It is so loud to the point that I just.... I just don’t want to go on with life. I met ppl who care about me (only like 4 to 6 ppl) and then everyone else just doesn’t (well they make it seem like it at least) So I’m in the state of just not being sad anymore. My great grandma died in May and I never cried. I was ripped away from my only happy state I’ve ever been since I was 3, I never cried. Everyday I tear myself down thinking I’m fat I’m fugly and all that. I just idky anymore and it’s scary. I don’t even remember who I was before I got depressed. It’s scary, terrifying at that. I don’t even know why I’m saying all this to ppl who don’t even know me