Depression brought us together

It's unfortunate how it takes bad things to bring people closer together. However, I choose to see it as a blessing, a happy side effect to the life-wrecker that is my depression.

My history of self-harm

I first attempted self-harm when I was in college. It was my sophomore year, and I had problems academically, with my mom, my friends, and my love life. I didn't know how to cope except by drinking.When I got home after another night of drunkenness, my mother slapped me around and said she wished she had aborted me when she had the chance.