I will bring you back to a time when I was once a child. The only thing I ever dreamt of was becoming somebody or something I was proud of. Now, today I do think I am somebody to be proud of. I have and am struggling with depression but that's okay. I've been thinking recently, how many people are there out in the world like I am? Struggling with Mental health and not knowing if they're worth what they truly are. If that person is you, just know you aren't alone and things will get better, they always do. Somebody out there cares and loves you and if you were to disappear they wouldn't know what to do with themselves. That's sort of the situation I am in. There have been times where I have considered killing myself (with no other way to put it) and that's what was stopping me. I was standing the bathroom. Bottle of pills in hand, thinking how it would feel if I were to take all of them and overdose on the floor. Before I did it, I had an imagination of my Mother seeing me and thinking what she did wrong for me to do something like this. It was never her fault, I loved her to death. This was the one thing keeping me from suicide. Keep your loved ones close and never be afraid to tell them what's wrong. If I do ever die, I want to let anybody know it isn't their fault, and they were the people keeping me alive. Maybe if you care enough whilst reading this, you are the reason I am alive.
