I never thought I would be the girl to write something like this, it's just so not like me. I was never really someone who struggled with mental health. Yes, I do have diagnosed anxiety and depression, but I have always been someone who could "hold it together." I was always "strong" and other's shoulder to cry on. Needless to say, when the tables were turned I was scared, confused and so many others relating adjectives.

I contemplated taking my life... hatred, manipulated, degraded are all feelings going through my mind... there may not be physical scars but this hurts so much more, because unlike physical scars and bruises, THESE bruises, well... these bruises won't ever go away. They are embedded forever.

Hurt, hurt is all I can say...

If you go, someone is going to miss you... Your mom will cry wondering what she could have done to help. Your best friend will be left with permanent scars and your little brother and sister will never be the same again because their big sister left way too soon...

I made myself stop and think, stop and think of anything I could that would give me a reason to stay.

I promise you before you do something that can't be undone take five minutes, just five minutes and think of your reasons to stay. Once you do I promise you, you will feel a strength you have never felt before.

So, please... Stay. The world is a better place because you are in it.