Lately, I walk around and it feels like I’m dreaming. Nothing feels real anymore. Just in a daze that makes nothing seem like reality. I struggle every day to not think that one little thing will make it all better. Depression is scary. Everyone wonders why I act the way I do or why I am who I am. I’ve been through a lot since I was 12.  I keep to myself because I’m afraid.  The only things that keep me going are hope, love, faith, and dreams. I was young when it all started…