If I had to chose one word to describe myself, it would be naïve. I used to think that everyone went through the same things, just at different times. I thought that depression was a stage. That I felt suicidal when my friends didn't simply because I went through puberty earlier than they did. I was playing a game during my senior year of high school that was kind of like never have I ever, except everyone sits in a circle and instead of putting fingers up, if you had done what was said, you moved to the seat to your left. One of the statements was "been slapped across the face". I figured everyone would move. I mean, who hasn't been slapped across the face by a scolding parent, right? Wrong. Almost none of my friends moved, and those who did had a very different reason than I did.