So last night my mom fully understood that i'm not okay. My cousin is a pychologist so my mom was able to contact her so she could come talk to me. At first i didnt want to, i was in denial that anything was actually wrong with me because i kept telling everyone i was fine and that everything was okay but my mom was not buying my bulllshit anymore. Everything happened so fast the next thing i knew i was sitting at starbucks with my cousin who i did not want to go with because like i said before i was fine. We got to talking and she actually really helped me, she told me that i am depressed and that i need to learn to accept that in order to more on. She told me i need to communicate with my parents so i wont feel alone all the time. She has promised to come down every weekend to talk to me and just hangout. I spend most of my time talking to people who are depressed and self harm because i like being that person they can talk to when they feel like no one is there because i know how that feels. My cousin was telling me that whatever i tell those people i should just apply to myself ut of course it is easier said then done. So at the end of this big fiasco my parents, cousin and I have narrowed down why i'm depressed and i'd like to share that with you all. Let me know if yoou're willing to read more (: