I was raped, then told to kill myself by my 'friends', the perpetuator was not arrested, my family was unsupportive and I couldn't get regular appointments with my therapist.

I was literally all alone and I thought that there is no point in living anymore. I constantly fought with myself in my head and wondered if there were any good people left in the world anymore. I dialled the suicide hotline regularly and their words saved my life countless time.

Those days were the worst. I stopped eating and barely slept everyday and lost a ton of weight. I could physically feel the psychological torment.

Thankfully a friend of mine talked me out of it all. We aren't in touch anymore due to arguments.