I remember when I read Thirteen Reasons Why for the first time. I was a sophomore in high school and I had yet to experience what Hannah Baker, the main character, had faced. If only I knew I would less than a year later.
Not everyone may understand, but just like her, it was the setbacks and disappointments of other people that drove me to believe I no longer wanted to live. I knew depression was a chemical imbalance in your brain, but I also knew that the constant bullying and horrible things that were happening to me made it worse.
As I sit here writing this with my green painted fingernails, staying alive and well, I can’t help but cry for the moments when I thought I wouldn’t make it. I know how it feels to no longer want the desire to continue on. But when I think back on it, I’m so relieved that I didn’t go through with it.