Although I am not diagnosed it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out I have depression. I never tried in school until I joined sixth form. It didn't hit me how important this work was and that I would be using these grades to apply for university, but I am so depressed it's hard to do my hobbies, let alone schoolwork. It hit me when my teacher confronted me about my work, I hated that I couldn't just recover from my mental health problems and my responsibilities had to come first, whether I liked it or not. My responsibilities have gotten in the way of my recovery and my happiness. I know it's important but god I am so tired. School holds no prisoners. It's kill or be killed.