My earliest memory of my depression is form when I was 8. I was born into a religious family, and all I can remember is that every night before going to sleep I would pray for me not to wake up. Every morning I would be disappointed that I woke up.
I just remember feeling like I always got in the way and I still do. My parents didn’t have money problems before I came along. And all I can think about is if I just end it they’ll have the money they need, if I’m gone they’re worries would be gone.