You know your own name, you know where you have been, and you know what you do but do you know who it is aht you are? Most people do not know who they realy are and never take the time to ask themselves this very simple question. Some don't ask themselves this question because they are unaware that they should, some don't ask it because they don't care, but I avoided this question because I would have to admit that I was not who I thought I was. I took a good hard look at who I was and began to cry. I couldn't believe that I was such a horrible person. I was selfish, rude, erogant, and a liar. I never portrayed myself as any of these things to others. If you would have asked anyone who knew me they would have said I was a nice funny guy who was very charismatic. I would have agreed with them until I realy looked at myself. I was so caught up in getting people to like me that I lost who I was. I would have never talked to myself. This realization led me down a dark road of depression and drugs. The more drugs I did the more depressed I became until one day I had enough. I had decided that I no longer wanted to live. I cut my wrist with a dagger that was in my collection. Two of the three cuts hit the bone and the other was still pretty deep. It was at this point that I called myself a moron and filled my wounds with paper towles. Once the blood subsided enough I cleanded them out and super glued them shut. I then used butterfly stitches to close them up the rest of the way. I learned later that I shouldn't have cut across but down if I wanted to succed and thank God that I didn't know this back then. I never went to the hospital and hid it by wearing hoodies and long sleeve shirts. It only took about three weeks to heal enough that I no longer had to wear an Ace bandage over it anymore. The depression only worsened after my failed attempt. It took me another four months before I gained the strength to move on with my life. I saw that suicide was not the answer but a quick fix for a problem that I could remedy by working on myself. I am still not perfect but I do my best to improve everyday. I look at what I think is wrong with me everyday and try to improve it the next. It hurts to see all of your flaws as someone else would but it isn't the end of the world. It truly is the best thing that anyone could possibly do. It allows you the ability to grow as a person and as human beings that is all that we can do.