Author(s): Samantha Little

General

If you ask you will get only silence, when you are silent people never stop asking. It's taboo, and the very word makes you shrivel up. But some don't get a choice, some don't get to shrivel away or avoid the conversation because for some depression is an unforgivable housemate that doesn't let up. From the mouth of a seventeen year old who had been through it all, the chance to do it over and not endure that suffering could not be bought with all the gold in the world, so there must be another way. So if I stand up, and share my story, would things be different for everyone? I wish I could say it was worth it, that I am a better person because of it - maybe I am? Still I wish this journey upon noone. It is dark, lonely and hopeless and it is getting bigger, more prevalent every single day. If you had one chance to change it, to avoid what feels like an inevitable consequence of life would you take it? The biggest question I ask myself; if my parents had known what they knew now, would I have suffered? Would it have turned out differently? Would it have been okay? That's what it is like seeing into the fog.