It was an array of events, that lead to me being absolutely broken.

• accused of murder when I was only in 4th grade(a lot more traumatising than people think)
• lost what was pretty much my second parent, whom had Alzheimer's before death, so they couldn't even remember me.
• lost a lot of friends, ending up suffering from actual loneliness
• I hallucinate bad shit
• lost an SO (tbh, I shouldn't have been that sad, as it was toxic af, still fell in love at a young age tho)
• the person I love more than anyone, my mama, got cancer, which destroyed me.
• my old man ain't strong, slowly dying.
• still being called a murderer by some, which lead to me believing I did it and had a suicide attempt

All of this, the built up rage, pain, suffering, lead to a very low point in my life. I no longer had a will, I was lost. This just happened one after the other

I'm healing now, but god I never want to go through that ever again. I still have my parents who are pretty old, but they're brilliant, and fighting hard for their own lives, so I figured, why not fight for mine eh?