I’ve been where so many of you are now. Sixteen years ago, I was mad, sad, confused and 15 years old. Being 15 sucks. A whole lot. I tried killing myself twice back then. Once with pills, another time with a plastic bag and pills. I didn’t even end up in an emergency room either time. They were very weak attempts. But, I made it to 16…then 17…then there was college and things did eventually feel better. I made new friends, got drunk once in a while, discovered I had a talent for photography…then things got worse when I was 21, then better at 23, […]