First

First tattoo...on the eve of the one year anniversary since one of my classmates committed suicide. Where as soon as I heard the news I wished it was me instead because he had so much potential. The thought "it should've been me" ran through my head everyday and still does. But through my mental illnesses I have learned to become stronger, have faith, and live fully. I will look at my tattoo and not only remember how much I've gotten through, but also the people who struggle with mental health and have committed suicide.