Nov 3 · 3 min read

****This story could be triggering to those who have been suicidal. Please be advised of the sensitive subject matter****
In September of 2007, I sat on the floor of my parents’ bedroom and I tried to explain how bad my depression had gotten. Although I had had two suicide attempts before, this was the first time I had ever tried to articulate my descent into depression. I described the feeling to my parents’ as watching darkness creep in from the corner of my eyes. The darkness…

