During my first three years of college, I suffered from depression and anxiety and I seriously considered ending my life. I didn't want to die, but I was just filled with so much sadness, shame, regret, loneliness, and emptiness and I wanted it all to stop and I thought the only way to do that would be by ending my life. Perhaps my lowest point was when I reached out to the student counseling center on my campus and confided in a counselor that I wanted to end everything. I was so desperate for help. Unfortunately, the counselor was extremely unprofessional and seemed distracted during our appointment. When I told her my deepest darkest thoughts that I had never shared with anyone else, her response was "Maybe you should just get over it." She then abruptly ended our appointment so she could meet her husband for lunch. I left that appointment in the darkest place I have ever been and decided that I would end my life later that night. Thankfully, I didn't. Instead, I withdrew from my university the next morning and returned back to my home to get real, professional help. I was diagnosed with major depression and began taking medicine for it. It's been ten months since this happened and I just recently returned back to my university. I'll be graduating in December and moving on to a brighter and better chapter of my life. There are still days when the mental pain I feel is almost too much to bear, but I'm still here and I'm glad that I am here. College has been some dark, dark years but I got through it and I'm glad I didn't end my life.