I’ve lived almost my entire life with Depression. It’s been hard, and has tested all my relationships. Some months it feels futile, like as if this is all there is. I feel as if I just want to end it all. Yet I’m still here, even though I’ve had more then a few attempts on my own life throughout my youth. The reason I’m still here, even though as I’m writing this I’m on the brink of tears, wishing that my life would end, is because of one friend I met during high school.