When I was 15 years old, I was sexually molested by a man everyone knew. We all thought he was a really good guy that just wanted to spend time with us, like everyone else did; but then we saw him doing weird things to us. Things got bad and we tried to tell people, but they wouldn’t believe us. Then, one day he got arrested and put away for life.
I was so depressed that I tried to kill myself so many times. No one took me to therapy; so I tried to drink bleach, overdose and hang myself. I was diagnosed with PTSD, depression, anger, anxiety, and panic attacks. Last month, I lost my best friend to suicide and I wanted to share my story to tell everyone there is hope.
When you are feeling depressed and suicidal, just remember that there are people out there who love and care about you. If you feel depressed, please get help or talk to someone who knows what you’re going through.
I look at my suicide awareness bracelet daily and I think of someone I want to live for and remember that God loves me.
This story is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.