I was 14 when I started spiraling head first into depression. I was just sad at first, taking time to be alone, crying. As I walked the life of a sick person, I realized I was walking alone. No one could help me; my family couldn’t stand me and my poor grades, my friends didn’t understand why I was crying all the time, and I couldn’t find a grip over myself. I acted out. My impulse control was gone.

 Anything that could hurt me I sought out. I wasn’t being a daredevil- I was being desperate.

Finally, the ground broke beneath me and after determining I would be alone in this feeling forever, I attempted on October 13, 2016. The time following that day was trying, difficult, even gut-wrenching at times. But the floor beneath me rearranged back into place. I don’t think about dying everyday. I’m happier and have a better sense of control. All while learning that I’m actually not alone; that there are people who can relate to my story as I relate to theirs. Self-focus and taking time away to actually take care of yourself is essential. I hope my story feels familiar to you; so that you know that someone falling from grace, even at high speed, can come back to where they belong.