What's the point in breathing or believing. It's so hard to go through everyday with a smile and be a teen struggling with a major depressive disorder and anxiety. Not sure where to turn or who to turn to. I cut cause when I see the open wound it feels like all the pain is being released. My dad dosen't get it nether does my counslor. I don't want to be hospitalized anymore but I also don't want to breathe anymore either.