February 17, 2018

The day I sat on my floor crying with a bottle of pills in my hand ready to overdose.

The day I finally broke down.

The day I was ready to end it all.

The day I couldn’t take being here anymore.

The day that I really wanted to die.

The day I felt all alone in this world.

The day I felt like a failure and undeserving of being here.

Also the day I realized that I had family and my best friend who is counting on me.

Also the day that I called on God to wrap his arms around me and comfort me.

Also the day I realized that i could never let myself get that low again.

Also the day that I threw away those bottles of pills.

Also the day I realized how heartbroken my mom would be if she came home and found me dead on my floor.

I realized how traumatized my niece and nephew would be if they walked in my room and I wouldn’t wake up.

I realized that my death would have effected classmates that I didn’t know actually cared about me.

I realized that I’m here for a reason and if I did what I wanted to do it would have affected others more than I thought.

Also the day I’ll never forget. I cry every time I think about that day but I use those tears as my strength to keep living...