“You always wonder if you are alone. No one understands how bad the hurt is when battling depression and eventually it comes down to feeling like you NEED to do something about it. Your days are so dark, you can’t think of anything else but dying. Death is always the easy way out and for me that meant ingesting a combination of Tylenol and Prozac.
The idea of committing suicide begins to sound better and better every day. You almost feel good about it, almost euphoric. A sense of empowerment overwhelms you because you can choose to let the hurt end.
After leaving the hospital due to my suicide attempt, I learnt to live with depression through the help of medication and counselling. But these things did not lead to my recovery.
One of the best things I’ve ever done in my entire life is coming out and telling my story. By opening up and being authentic about how I struggled with depression is what led to my recovery. I felt the weight of the world was lifted off my shoulders.
I want to give two pieces of advice to the youth today: One, never be afraid to get help. Two, never be afraid to tell your story.”