I've been depressed for as long as I can remember. They've tried meds, but the meds only work so much. I used to self-harm by cutting and scratching myself, but I'm proud to say I've mostly recovered from that. I have great friends who I talk to when I feel suicidal, and they help me out of it. But it seems everything always gets disrupted by my depression. I'll be doing something really fun, then all of sudden get so sad, and I just want to curl up in a ball and cry. But when I was young, my father...