02/05/2026
When I was a teenager, the weight of my mental illness felt like the weight of the world. It felt like I would never get better, things would never change, and I wasn’t fit to have a good life.
To end my suffering, I decided that 23 would be my last year on Earth.
In 2018, I travelled to Chicago on a trip that ultimately changed my life in so many ways. I have a note in my phone to this day that I wrote during that trip,
“Today is the day I realize that nothing is worth killing yourself over because life has been so beautiful”
Even then, it wasn’t easy, it wasn’t a flick of a switch, but it was a start. I relapsed and attempted one more time in 2020. It was the first and only time I ever was afraid to die because of the potential of what I would loose the life I was building. That ultimately was the moment everything changed. I cannot imagine that the life I have today is mine. I’m so lucky that I’m alive, I’m so grateful for every lesson, I’m so blessed for my family, my friends, and my journey.
I’ll be 29 this year 🤍
