I started experiencing depression around the age of 9 or 10. My parents were extremely abusive, and still is. We were very poor too. Around the age of 12, I made my first attempt to kill myself, the method was to stab myself, but I didn't really went with it since i figured it would be extremely painful. Around the ages of 13 to 14, I realized that life wouldn't really get better nor was it gonna be fun, especially since realized i would soon have to earn my own money, all this time i was really paranoid on being an adult, this is when i completely understand life is such a fucked up thing that has ever happened to me. Between the ages of 15 and 16, I started giving up entirely, i distance myself from others and and just gave up to have fun or engage in anything, i also started giving up on making friends, which is a thing that i still regret so much to this day. This made me so awkward and had tons of anxiety to talk to people, and also it pretty much crippled my social skills. By the ages of 17 to 18, I dropped out of school and started working for myself, hoping to earn enough money to live alone, buy myself a place and finally leave my parents behind. Looking back this was such a dumb decision that i did, I kept working so hard, just to not even get close to owning a place. I was stuck at renting, and as time flew by, I never really earned enough money to buy myself a place because I kept spending it on rent, food, and basic necessities. Eventually, it made it impossible to buy a place or even leave a space for me to earn money, so in the end i had to go back and live with my parents. At 19 to 20, Im here writing this walking late at night tearing up knowing full well that my sad ass would die alone and never get to experience the fun things in life. At this point i seriously just don't care anymore having that forever sleep seems more appealing than having to stay here any longer.