I have been dealing with depression for about a year and a half now. It doesn't seem like long, but it has felt like an eternity. It started when my brother left on a two year mission. He was my support; the reason I was happy.  Then it seemed like he just vanished.

I felt so alone, like no one could ever understand me. I started to gain a lot of weight and lock myself in my room.  When my best friend passed away, I sank deeper into my depression.

I started hating the way I looked and started dieting and losing weight. I stopped eating, but kept working out. I started to get major anxiety and need everything to be absolutely perfect around me. My room, my bags, my house, and my body. All I wanted was for someone to notice the pain I was in.

My mom finally started to notice and discussed it with my dad, but he said that I was just looking for attention. Luckily, my friends found out what I was doing and have helped me through. I still struggle everyday and it will never be easy, but I know that recovery is possible.