suicidal thoughts were a bit of an on and off thing for me in my high school years.
my parents were constantly fighting, i snuck one or two bottles of beer from a friend's fridge to cope with depression and i couldn't focus on my homework from the drama that went on in the house and bullying. of course because i'm an autistic with low self esteem, they still haunt me whenever i'm scolded harshly about an accident i caused.
from where i stand right now, antidepressants have never helped. a friend of mine once said that they're nothing more than band-aids for emotion and that never sounded more accurate to me compared to how others describe the meds, so in short, the wounds are far from healed.
