Almost a year ago, I stood at the train platform, writing in my notes on how much I wanted to do it, but I couldn’t. Looking for a sign, someone to help. Many months went by and I met the most amazing girl who is now my girlfriend but I don’t want to bring her into this. The fact that my depression takes a lot out of me. It’s a burden for me and I don’t want her to endure it aswell. I met her family today, and I felt out of place and uncomfortable. They were all so happy and together, it was something that I never had. I got home and began to break down in tears and held a knife to my wrist, the closest I had ever come to taking my own life. My hand was shaking and I’m glad it did, it was a form of fighting back. I made it gladly, and I’m writing this moments after this occurred. Don’t be ashamed to tell someone close that you’re hurting. There will always be a helping hand, you just have to look for it. I have to look for it as well. If you see someone with the same struggles, help them too. Depression and suicide are very important things that need to be dealt with or it could end in losing a loved one.