Wow, this is depressing and extremely personal...
The first half of my sophomore year of high school was really awful. I can't entirely remember why. I was rebelling, but I can't completely remember why. My relationship with my parents was terrible. I was in an extremely unhealthy relationship, more so than I realized at the time. I had several eating disorders.
Everything hurt and I didn't know why. My dad was taking me to a counselor because of how bad things were between he and I. Or maybe it was just because of how bad I was, I don't know. All this counselor guy did was talk to me about prayer. I don't think he even believed problems like mine existed.
It was a horrible, horrible time. The pressure kept on building until I thought I couldn't take it anymore. I cracked. The only good thing that came of it was that I finally got to see a real medical professional and was put on medication that helped me get back to a good enough place where I could deal with my issues.