Hello There

I've been struggling with depression for I-don't-even-know-how-long. I was maybe twelve when I first brought it up as an actual concern to my mother (who brushed it off with a "what do you have to be sad about?").
It's gotten worse over the years. Contributing factors being health complications - I have a rare cell disorder that really screws up my life, amongst other issues. I also had a series of years where I kept getting into unhealthy and abusive friendships because I was so desperate for someone and had such low self esteem that I'd just put up with anything.
I've been getting a bit better in the past year. More anxiety (started having panic attacks), but my depression has improved as my mother actually got me a therapist after a physical health diagnoses and some mental breakdowns.
So, yeah. I'm figuring it out I guess. Hello.