Is there one special Family member that helped you survive? Who is that and how did that person help you? Tell us in the comments!
My story begins in late 2013. I don’t remember a lot but I do remember being sad.
I shook it off as just some teenage angst, going through teenage emotions. It wasn’t until 2014 to 2015 that I genuinely started to get worried not only about myself in general but my psyche.
I will be honest, I was never really bullied by anyone but myself. I think that’s why I don’t give my depression a lot of ground to stand on. I had always thought that there were people out there are way worse than I was who had so much more going on.
Read more: I Tried to Kill Myself, but Now I Choose to Live
Then, I ended up in the emergency room in October 2015. I was planning on killing myself, anyway that I could without pain.
The thing is, I didn’t like the pain, in fact, that is what I was trying to get away from. The pain from existing was too much, even though that probably sounds very dramatic.
Again, I didn’t want to be such a big deal so I waited for my mother to leave. Not a lot was going through my head at the time, I was just looking at ways that I could possibly do it in a short amount of time.
I wasn’t thinking how my mom would react when she got home to find her daughter not alive anymore. I didn’t take into consideration my family and how they would feel.
Read more: My Family is the Reason I’m Fighting the Depression
Now, I am still struggling, but now I have a bit more consideration for other people’s feelings. I struggle daily but no matter how hard it gets I keep remembering that I do have something to live for and that is my family.
