At 14 years old I had a rough time at school and with family. I held myself to very high standards and I was overall struggling. I didn’t seek help because I didn’t really know how to. I didn’t think anyone would believe me. A lot of time it goes as attention seeking or you get made fun of. I slowly started the plan on how I would commit. Honestly not a lot went on in my head during those few weeks just besides how much I hated even waking up, how much I hated school, how much I hated that no one saw my struggles. I always said I was gonna “kms” and everyone took it as a joke but I wasn’t joking. I think it was a cry for help, it was my way of trying to get someone to see my pain. The day that I was going to do it I had an amazing day, I hung out with my family, I laughed and had a good time. That night I got settled down in my room. I frequently posted TikTok’s about sad stuff or suicide. My sister commented on one saying “it would get better” and I replied back saying how much I loved her and that we needed to hangout soon. I didn’t tell my mother about the attempt until the next night. she was heartbroken. With all of that being said, I want to prevent people from feeling like they can’t tell others. And from trying to take their lives. I don’t want people to be discouraged because I’ve been exactly where they are and I know how they feel.