Any ways, back to March. My mom was noticing that I was really depressed, just not me at all. I tried to hide it, but my mom who sees everything (and I thank GOD everyday that she does) knew what was going on. I had spent a month or more trying to kill my self. I tried so many things, but it either didn't work or someone came in the room before I was able to succeed. My mom realized what was going on and moved me out of my dads. My dad let me go, but not with out making me sign a paper stating that I would move back at the end of the school year. I signed, but knew that there wasn't anything that would make me go back there.
My friend didn't seem at all suprised when I told her this. Maybe she knew already, maybe I wasn't as good at hiding my pain as I thought I had been. But oh well... that was 10 and a half years ago. I'm a differen't person now.... I'm a better person now. I'm a 26 yer old mother to an amazing son who lights up my entire world, I have the most amazing man in my life, I am happy, I have most of my family back, I graduated highschool (2 years late, but I did it and thats all that matters), and I have a job that I love. Life couldn't be much better. And I have my mom to thank for that... she SAVED me.