
"When I was fourteen, I had a terrible time. I went to a rehab center because I was depressed, suicidal, and I was cutting myself.
I’m Native American, and while I was at the center one of the counselors asked if I had received my Native name. I hadn’t, and Little Paws was the one they gave me. I always remember how kind the people there were to me, and how much they helped.
Even though going to the center helped me a lot, I have always struggled with a deep depression. Until I was sixteen, I was still stuck in those patterns and having trouble not being self-destructive.
When I was sixteen, I got pregnant. I knew that this was the turn-around point in my life. That was the moment when I stopped doing all that stuff and decided to change.
My boyfriend is very supportive of me and my baby, and I am an at-home mom now. I am eighteen, and my baby is nine months old. He is already able to walk!
A few weeks ago, I began to feel those old feelings of depression, though. Sometimes it is so strong, I feel like I just can’t deal with reality. This time, I went and got my Native name, ‘Little Paws’, tattooed on my back to remind myself not to go down that path again."
