When I was little I was a happy go lucky child that was full of sarcasm and energy. I’ve always been very bright and mature beyond my years. But when my friend died,I became lost. I very quickly fell into severe depression and anxiety. I soon started cutting really bad and was having at least 3 to 4 anxiety attacks a day. I was lost in life. My mom finally found out and I was put on medication and had a councilor. But the medication wasn’t enough. I soon started having little suicidal thoughts then they just grew worse and worse. Then on October 1, 2019 I attempted to overdose on a bunch of ibuprofen. I couldn’t handle it anymore and the bullies weren’t helping me. I actually woke up the next morning mad because it didn’t work. Fast forward 2 weeks later I was sent to a behavioral health hospital. When I got out I went right back to we’re I was. Month after month, medication switch after medication I finally found the one. Then I started actually trying. My doctor told me the medication only takes the edge off it, you have to do the rest, and so I did. Now I’m back on a competitive dance team, track team, top archer in my school, and soon to be volleyball team. I finally feel okay. Of course I still struggle and have hours of crying to my best friend on FaceTime. But I’m getting there. I’m a work in progress as I like to say.