Why can't we live in a positive world?

I was talking to a good friend of mine last night, when we got onto the topic of depression and how difficult it can be to admit when we are felling down or not in the mood to talk. for some people depression can be caused by bullying, family matters, relationships and more. or more serious matters. but for those unlucky people it can lead to self harm, drugs, eating disorders and even suicide. families can lose loved ones due to depression and peoples confidence and trust can be destroyed due to a few simple actions or words like domestic violence.

wouldn't life be so much better without depression in our world?
without it, so many lives would be safe and the world would be a better place.
but I suppose the world will always have depression in it even if it is so disliked by many people. from personal experiences my own depression has made me a stronger person in ways in weaker in others. now i personally have difficulty trusting any male from what happened to me as a child, it may not have been as bad as other peoples experiences but it affected me enough to the stage when i wouldn’t talk to any-one on days on end and no-one was allowed to touch me. not even my mum as i was afraid of what they might do and that they were going to hurt me, in the end I wouldn't let any-one even comfort me, so my mum organized for me to go see a counselor. but at the age of 8 i didn't want to tell a stranger about what happened because I was afraid of my dad finding out and what he might say or do to me. I went through four different counselors until I found one I could trust and talk to.
meanwhile i was hiding from my parents the self harm I was conflicting on myself. it started of with simple cuts on the thighs hidden from the naked eye and slowly increasd to the stage where i would burn myself on the edge of the fireplace or with a lighter in the summer months.
this went on for a year until I finally found the courage to tell my counselor what i had been doing to myself. a year of my thighs covered in cuts and 1st and 2nd degree burns that thankfully didn’t scar.
I had endless nights of when i was crying in pain but each time I refused my mums comforting arms around me but after two and a half years I was finally on the slow road to recovery.
but still to this date when someone asks me if I’m ok and its obvious I’m not I still have trouble admitting that I’m not ok and that I’m on the verge of breaking into tears.
i have learnt that "life isn’t simple"
now my life is full of bright colors and comfort and support from my mum brother and close friends. now my bedroom is painted yellow and my walls are covered in photos of my close friends and happy memories of my childhood. my room is never silent for my thoughts to wonder as t always have music playing in the back-round. I have positive quotes scattered everywhere to read when I’m feeling down. these are just some of the things I do to ensure that I don’t relapse for a third time again or have any more thoughts about suicide.

so "why can we live in a positive world?"
I don't think ill ever know the answer to that, but I’m still going to keep trying and search for the answers in my future. as one of my mates says "L.T.S!" life’s to to short, and he’s right! its to short to be afraid and depressed from past experiences. we all break down at times, but we need to stay strong! for ourselves and for others. weekly I ensure that I personally donate $10 to the Ronald mc Donald charity fund to help others in hard times and I’m thinking of possibly doing some charity work later on this year around the community.

think about it! how can we make the world a better place?

OVER AND OUT