So I’ve had anxiety since I was VERY VERY young because of an abusive sister, and depression started when I was about 8-9. I begged and pleaded for help from my parents, but didn’t get any until I was 12. I started therapy then and got meds, which eventually gave me Erythema Nordisom (sorry, probably spelled that wrong) which made hard, painful red spots on my legs and arms over the size of fists. They changed up my meds, and now I’m usually happy. I have my moments and days, but most days are fine now. I used to be miserable, but my sister moved out so I can finally breathe easy. Although my doctor says I may have ADHD, which is unrelated.

I’m not looking for sympathy, just wanted to say what I had to say. Thank you for reading this. Have a very nice day!!