After I just turned 15 and was a freshman, everything took a really quick turn.

My cousin hung himself on his birthday. My family was so hurt and there was so much guilt and sadness. Two weeks later, my friend sat in front of a train. Her family wanted wanted to keep a perfect image and shamed her a lot for who she was. Our friend group was always there for her, but she still couldn't handle how alone she felt. She posted a goodbye on Instagram and the next day at school our teacher's told us she passed away, but we already knew the specifics of what happened because it was on the news.

Our friend group fell apart. A lot of guilt and sadness. It was a lot to deal with at once and I didn't feel like I had anyone to talk to. I stopped going to class and I stopped talking. I felt numb and miserable and was self harming. After a few days, I started collecting sleep aids from the medicine cabinet.

I told my friend what I was going to do before I overdosed and I just remember a lot of pain in my stomach. I woke up in the hospital with an IV in my arm.