For years I've been fighting my depression and rage towards my mom. She made me grow up at 10 years old so I never had a real childhood. Never had many friends and Im an only child who sees her grandmother as her real mother. I've always tried to help others with whatever they were going thru instead of helping myself. I just want to help others even though I'm trying to fix myself. Not many people want to be friends with me because of my disabilities and because I act childish sometimes but I can't help it.