I've struggled with depression for the past 10 years and have just been trying to put one foot in front of the other and remember to try and minimise how much negativity I bring into any room. I'm just a big black cloud of despair a lot of the time. I try not to talk about it because it's a lot to put on anyone else and I try and separate myself whenever I start to really fall down that hole.

I think about suicide a lot but I'm afraid of death. Before I became depressed I was happy and I still cling on to the idea that I could feel that again one day even though I barely remember what it was like to be that person. I'm completely different now and I miss that positive person I once was who I'll never get back. I grieve her.

I died inside when I got depression even though my shell continues to move around. I complete the goals that I set for myself but I feel terrible and overwhelmed most of the time.