In middle school was when I was diagnosed with depression. And up until I switched high schools, middle school and high school treated me like I was incapable of succeeding and I needed "special" help; as in, be confined by myself, away from other students, with treatments of a so called "crazy person." They wanted me to take special classes because I was "emotion disabled."
But I am smart. I am talented. I showed them wrong.
If anyone tells you "You can't," don't give up. If you believe them, then it will happen and you won't do anything.
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. It is not like they're better than you. No teacher is better than you. No counselor is better than you.
My depression is not a disability. It is just something I need to live with. And with my depression, I found art and have succeeded.
With that, I think I may do an illustrated story/comic based on it.