I’ve struggled with depression and anxiety all my life. I go through waves of relapses when I least expect it and I hate it. When I was 16 I sat in my dark room with a bottle of pills in my hand and I contemplated swallowing them, I took one but I couldn’t get the rest. I threw the bottle out,I’ve never told anyone that. Just last year I was doing great the best ever I was happy truly happy but so much has happened since then idk what I feel anymore.