Beginning in the fifth grade, I started to struggle with depression. When I was eleven years old, I started to contemplate killing myself. It seemed as if there was a voice telling me that no one loved me and that the world would be a better place if I wasn’t in it. If wasn’t until I threatened to take my life and I got the help that I needed that the voice was wrong. In some ways, I’m lucky. I saw how much my family and friends love me before I did something that I couldn’t take back. I still have my bad days, just like everyone else but I try to find something that can make me smile or laugh every day. My hope is that if anyone reading this feels unloved or hopeless like I did, you ARE loved; you have the power to make someone’s day brighter and the ability to find your place in the world.