Back in 2004, I was overcome with depression and the thought that something was wrong with me. I couldn't make friends, everyone judged me, and to top that off, I was in middle school. Looking back, I was probably not much different from the other students, but no one shared any of the same interests as me. I was literally alone.

What did I do to cope with this fact? I committed acts of self-mutilation and only stopped two years later when my life got better.

At thirteen or so, my doctor mentioned that I have Asperger's Syndrome, but didn't find it "important" to tell me. It didn't matter that I was depressed, overcome by thoughts that I just couldn't socialize with anyone, and that I even hurt myself to boot.

If I knew about my Asperger's Syndrome back then, I don't think I would have harmed myself. So yes, I do blame my doctor for not being honest with me.

They say religion corrupts, but it actually saved me and made me happier. So in any case, I'm better now...sort of. The depression is back. ><;