I am known by a few people as Planter, I have been through a lot, I guess it starts when I was around 4 or 5, I was a very interactive kid, I liked talking to people and learning about them, that changed quickly though, it was with three of my best friends, I was talking to them during recess, when out of no where, the three guys, I thought I could trust threw me into a hole, and then went and told everyone things I only trusted them with. That is when I lost my trust in people, that night was the first night of a pretty horrible next 11 years. I went into depression, growing worse every day.
For the next three years it had grown to be pretty bad, I didn’t like to smile, laugh, get angry, mad, sad,happy, nothing, I stayed emotionless, I did it to make it so no one could hurt me, I grew long hair, and kept it over my eyes to avoid looking people in the eyes. Then during a winter vacation, probably five days after Christmas, was one of the worst points in my depression, I broke down, cried for hours, then grabbed a knife, and well, I did almost kill myself, it is hard to share that publicly, but I feel people should know all of my story, I was sitting there, with it in my hand, ready, but couldn’t, I dropped it, ran outside, forgot about putting on shoes, a jacket or anything else to keep me warm, I went into the woods and laid there in the snow from 3pm to 10pm.
That year, I had moved to a new town, I knew no one, but there was a few people, somehow, they where able to break through my exterior, I knew they wanted to be my friends, so, I faked it, I smiled, laughed, made myself seem happy, but once that started, I began to break down, every night, crying until I fell asleep, but I continued to do it, to make myself smile for them, to make them smile, I thought it would do something for me, it didn’t.
This past summer, was my really worst point in depression, I had a dagger, pressing to my skin, I was about to do it, then something hit me, it was the thought of those few friends I had, I dropped the knife, well, more threw it, I laid on my floor, cried for probably five hours, them passed out, then only a few days after that, I found the song great to be different, I had known about the show, but not much about the fandom, I called myself a brony, but wasn’t really one, but when I heard the song, I cried, not because I was sad, but because it was something that made me happy, it really took the depression away, at this point, it was so horrible, I thought nothing could save me, but that song, that one amazing song, just, took it away, now, I am a happier person, I found someone I love with my life, and now have met and talked to so many wonderful people, Forest Rain, and the song Great to be Different, really helped me. I would do anything to meet Forest Rain, just to say thank you for basically saving my life.