The first time I remember feeling depressed was in my childhood, and it only got worse with time. My world came crashing down when I was 10 and my mother was diagnosed with cancer. It was so difficult to lose the innocence of childhood so quickly and have to get to know the ugly side of life – pain, disease, hospitals, the uncertainty of whether she’ll come back home each time she left the house. I tried so hard to be a good kid and not add to the problems at home – the debt, the medical bills, being bullied at school for being poor […]
