I was at the point where suicide was a daily thought, if not multiple times a day. I had a plan, I just lacked the will. My personal turning point was when (trigger warning, self harm) I had cut myself particularly badly and as I was struggling to get the bleeding to stop (I eventually did, no stitches needed thank goodness) it occured to me how desperately sick I really was. I had always believed I was just "broken" and that I needed to pull myself up by the bootstraps and just do what I needed to do. With the help of my friends, and then later my family, I sought medical attention, (I have type 2 bipolar disorder) and 1.5 years later I can happily say that I am enrolled in a trade school full time learning how to be an LPN. I'm not the best student ever, but I'm super proud of the progress I've made, and my ability to stick through it, despite how tough it is.