My mum has depression...and I feel like I'm going to develop it because of her. Once, things got bad and she she left. Another time, I went to my room, pushed most of the heavy things behind my door and made a bed type thing with stuff I would need in my wardrobe. I haven't cut before but I've scratched and had suicidal thoughts. Once I'm old enough, I'll move out, get a nice house or apartment, organize my life, and cut all the bad people out of it.