My name is bree Potter,  I’m 15 years old. When I was 3 years old i was diagnosed with diabetes,  that wasn’t my fault.  My father has been a drug addict my entire life. I didn’t meet him tell i was seven years old. He and my mom got married when i was 9 after he got sober. When i was 11 he started doing drugs again, and hid it from my mom but i knew. Then 2 years ago when we were supost to move down with my family, before me and my mom got down there he quit his job and cheated on my mom. My mom being extreme christian after all this happened she still pushed for them to be together, dispite me not wanting it. They finally got divorced last january. But still to this day pushes me to have a relation,  even though he doesn’t. Growing up with diabetes I’ve always struggled with my weight,  which lead me to being bullied from third grade to now.  Growing up without my father as a child I developed anxiety,  anger issues,  dression,  abandonment issues,  trust issues, and the deep need to defy authority. Which lead me to counseling for most of life,  not having many friends,  and to afraid to ask for help.  My mother being Christian forced me to celebrate a religion I don’t believe in.  When I was diagnosed with clinical depression,  my mother refused to believe it,  and never got me real help.  I have one older brother who always did what he was told and was extremely smart.  So I was also always being compared to him.  This all lead to me trying to kill myself 6 months ago,  and when I finally worked up the courage to tell my mother,  she said the world had no place for the weak,  and I was going to hell.  Everyday I wake up with suicidal thoughts,  constantly being judged,  overweight,  and having to stick needles in my body,  because of my diabetes.  After getting in a fight with my mother today over what we we’re having dinner,  I punched a whole in my wall. I realised I need to get help.